Hermione's hands tremble as she slides off the freshly cleaned bed, careful not to jostle Malfoy, laying his wand on the bedside table with a clumsy clatter. She still feels drunk, and stupid with it, but so much clearer than she did a moment ago. Malfoy stares at her with unguarded curiosity, sinking to his side on the bed and wincing at the pain. "Granger?" She covers her mouth with her hand and breathes, feeling filthy and wrong and perverted. How is it that she could look at Malfoy and want him? How can she see him that way after...after...? He - he has been kind to her, yes, but to want him? Like that? What is wrong with her?