Malfoy cums in her, when he finishes – with a soft little grunt of pleasure that she can tell he tries very hard to stifle, that burns into her brain, that she will never forget. Hermione looks at him then, and his eyes are just inches from hers and so pale surrounded by the blood drying on his face, and when their stares meet he squeezes his eyes tightly closed and turns his face away slightly, gasping in a broken breath. Shame is written sharp on his face, shame and pain and a kind of self-hatred Hermione never wants to feel. It is hard to hate him, when he is hurting too. In the end, it is just so fucking sad, and perhaps the very worst thing about it is the people watching, the humiliation of having them jeer at her, cheer over her despoiling, over her punishment. It is awful. Hermione hates them all, so much.