"Take your bra off." There was an undertone of pleading in his rough order that made Hermione’s insides quiver like jelly, and she unhooked her plain cotton bra, slid it off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Stood completely topless in front of him for only the second time, and she felt sick with nerves. Hermione wanted to cover herself – not her breasts but her scars, and her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes slid away from his. Her arms tried fruitlessly to cover the words carved into her flesh.