Sometime during that first night, exhaustion began overtaking Hermione. She stared at Malfoy’s exposed upper body and realized this was the first time she saw it naked. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the skin on his back was marred not only with runes but with various other scars – some deeper, some shallower, a lot of them caused by dark magic or venom. Hermione shivered, thinking of all the torment he’d been through during those five years. She thought of how the first time she saw him half-naked could’ve been that night they were about to cross all boundaries if only Voldemort hadn’t called for him. She would’ve scrutinized his skin and muscles not with pity, not with guilt, but with passion, with want, with a deep thirst to know all of his physical features. She would’ve touched his back not as a Healer to treat his injuries but as a woman, caressing the skin of a man to fuel his want.