Hermione shuffled into the shower, dropping the bedsheet as she watched it wandlessly get placed into the dark hamper that sat watching from the corner of the room. Hermione scrubbed at every single inch of her skin that she could vaguely remember that had been touched by the man. Even if she hadn’t been touched in some of those places, Hermione made sure to scrub hard, almost scrubbing away layers of skin, at every part of her body.