She could hear a few scattered laughs coming from above. But no movement from Draco, no sign that he had acknowledged her scream in any way or even heard it. He pulled the other woman against him and kissed her violently, grabbing a fistful of her hair, as his other hand explored her body. Caressing her back and ass, stopping to spank her lightly a few times while she jerked in his arms. Reaching between her legs and sticking two fingers inside her while she moaned against his lips. It was like a train wreck that Hermione couldn’t stop watching. She had thought the bullwhip was painful, but right now, she would gladly take a hundred lashes if it meant she wouldn’t have to witness this any further. It was the worst kind of torture.