Malfoy lets go of Hermione's hair and pulls her to her feet by her arm, leading her stumbling from the room in her nakedness, his pace too quick for her because everything hurts now, even her insides. Her feet trip numbly on the floor and her head hangs limply, hair falling in lank handfuls around her face. She doesn't know...what just happened? Oh god. Oh god. She can't process it. Can't... A sob escapes her. As soon as Malfoy shuts the door to the hall where the revelry is taking place he drops her arm and staggers a step back, clutching at the wall beside him and bending double, retching dryly, gasping and shuddering. Hermione just stands there numbly, hugging herself. She wants to crumble to the ground and shiver into a million screaming pieces, and she can't do that so instead she stands very, very still, the air wisping cold over every inch of her naked skin.