"It hurts?" Hermione asked him stupidly as she tucked the blankets around them, head all muzzy like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and Draco nodded slightly, mouth still twisted up in pain. Her skin was still damp where his tears had dripped onto her, and she hated the fact that he wouldn't use a pain potion; wished that she had Muggle pain relief. Twice they'd had sex now, and both times the aftermath had not been what Hermione had read about in romances. It wasn't disappointment she felt though, it was hurt, and it wasn't so much because of him, as it was for him.