"You are the one in control in here," Malfoy says calmly and slowly as he lays his wand down on the table, and takes a step back away from it. The morning sun is shining brightly through the net curtains, the drapes pulled wide open, and Hermione tries to enjoy the feel of it on her skin. The bruises and hurts from last night are already feeling better, but she is achy all over and the sun is nice. Soothing. She sits on the edge of the bed with her hands tangled in her lap and stares silently at Malfoy as he goes on. His eyes are ringed with dark circles, from bruising and sleeplessness both, and the shape of his jaw is distorted by swelling that hasn't dissipated entirely, his nose is bruised badly, the bruising sweeping down over each cheekbone.