Hermione had been showering for what felt like hours. She aggressively rubbed every inch of her body with soap and scalding hot water and yet, it seemed like it would never be enough to get the stench of Zabini’s sheer evil and depravity off her. When she got tired, she sat down in the bathtub and let her tears flow freely, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when her life had started spiralling out of control. 