Malfoy is bent over the basin as the bath runs beside him, scrubbing at his face and hands with a hand towel, distress crossing and twisting his features as the towel comes away dark brownish-red. He drops the hand towel and splashes water over his face, scraping at the dried blood of strangers" coating the left side of his face, using his nails to do it. Hermione stands in the doorway quietly and unnoticed as he does it, holding his shirt closed around her and leaning frail against the doorframe. He could use a scourgify to clean his face, she thinks, but instead he is scouring his skin until it is rubbed raw, bringing painful colour to his ashen complexion, a frantic urgency in his movements.