She starts to cry halfway through his fumbling attempts at healing her hurts, as they sit on the edge of the bed and he traces his wand tip over the bite mark on her breast where he broke the skin trying to prove to the Death Eaters that he is still loyal. That he wants Hermione for reasons that they all approve of. He lets the tee-shirt fall back down to cover her, and turns away sharply as the tears leak from her in a rush. Her breath hitches in and out and her cheeks sheet with wetness, as she feels the utter, desperate misery of the moment. He plants his feet on the floor and leans forward, head burying in his hands, the lines of his body taut with a furious, shaking tension.