"That doesn't make her any less mine, you idiotic piece of excrement," Malfoy snarls, stalking toward Hermione and shoving one of them back away from her side. She blinks up at him, trying to say his name with lips that are bloody and twice their usual side. Pain and horror flash wretched in his eyes, like an echo of hers. "Granger," he mutters, and his voice is as sickened and horrified as the look in his eyes. Malfoy, she tries to say, relief maddeningly intense, making her want to shake and cry, come to pieces there on the floor. He flattens his mouth and glares at the man who is still hunched over her between her legs, paused in the act of trying to take her knickers off. "Get the fuck off her."