Malfoy lets her hair go then, and slaps her – hard enough that she knows the shape of his fingers will blaze red on her skin. She cries out and Malfoy grins and does it again, harder, and pain flares. Again, again. She chokes and screams. She hates this. She hates him even if he's only doing what he has to, but she's still frozen there, unable to bring herself to fight even if it would look more realistic. Even if she wishes she could claw his damn eyes out and beat his into unconsciousness. He raises his hand back as though he's going to hit her again. "Please...please, don't," she cries instinctively and tries to flinch away, and he laughs at her, face cruel and leering.