As quickly as he had said it, Malfoy’s hands balled into fists in his lap, his face scrunched up in clear agony. A gasp escaped his lips as he seemed to struggle to maintain control. A whimper left his mouth and Hermione could no longer ignore what was happening next to her. Malfoy had beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, his face twisted in agony now, merely minutes into his session. Hermione turned to address Snape.