"Granger," he rasps in a voice that sounds like tearing paper, reaching out for her with one hand and it's bruised and swollen nearly beyond recognition, weeping wounds left where his nails were and oh god oh Merlin she did that. Hermione turns and stumbles for the bathroom without a word, operating on autopilot. She drops to her knees in front of the toilet, the impact jarring her through and sending pain shooting through her burn, and nearly dunks her head in the toilet as she overbalances. But she doesn't really notice any of that, too consumed by her nauseated horror. She retches and retches, her empty stomach bringing up nothing but bile.