The door swings open as the clock approaches 5.30, and Hermione's eyes snap from the clock to the doorway, where Malfoy stands with shoulders bowed and grey exhaustion written on his face. The weight of death and torture and guilt carved into the lines of him, and his eyes meet hers shadowed and weary, but lighting with something at the sight of her, and she feels something tremble in her stomach that makes her very scared. Malfoy tries to smile and fails, and the hand he shoves the door shut with is spattered with dried blood. His shoes thump against the floor by the door one by one as he toes them off, and then he sags back against the door and pushes his hair off his face – only for it to fall back immediately, palest platinum strands flopping almost into his tired eyes.