The next two were a daze. By the end she was hanging limply, no longer able to stand, not caring that the handcuffs were burning her wrists. It was a comparably minimal amount of pain. After Draco healed her for the last time, the pole and the handcuffs abruptly disappeared and she fell to the floor. Hermione attempted to bring order in her thoughts and sensations. The burning and stinging and the agony were gone, but she could still feel the phantom lashes on her back. She still heard the echo of her own screams. He had thrown something more behind the blows besides brute force. The traces of it were still lingering. She could almost see them dripping off the walls. Hatred.