"I wanted to try to make a difference. To...to make up for all the shit I'd done," he mumbles as though embarrassed by the desire to make amends, and Hermione stares up at him, bewildered and disbelieving. Draco Malfoy, wanting to do something as – as right as make amends? Then footsteps sound, and Malfoy swears under his breath, finiting the charm and slipping his wand back up his sleeve. "I'm sorry," he murmurs in Hermione's ear, and she tries to mentally brace herself as she swallows the last of the sweet, cool water. "But you should fight me, if you can. This – this won't be pleasant – I have to make this look...real," he says, and her heart sinks, her stomach lurches with fear. "Theo needs to know the girl I'm – I'm raping, is scared...horrified...hating it. I'll be back tomorrow, if I can get away."