Lady Malfoy was on the bed, rubbing at her wrists. There was quite a length of rope on the bed, creased and dented where it had been knotted and wrapped. The sheets were tossed about, strewn onto the floor and across the bed. The smell of sex was heavy in the air—by now Neville was accustomed to it, but it still churned his stomach to see Hermione in the midst of it. He was glad Luna had been called to work with Pansy that morning, so she didn’t have to witness this.