"Please," she gasps, with a voice that is becoming unused to speaking, the words thick and blurred, and wretchedly, pathetically desperate. She has forgotten whether she means the words or not – whether she needs to say them or not. Whether he will hurt her or not. "Please...don't hurt me..." Malfoy inhales sharply against her cheek in a way that speaks of horror and self-loathing, his jaw pressing hard to her temple, his whole body tensing as she begs him.