Later – much later – Malfoy heals Hermione's physical wounds as best he can as she sits silent and trembling on the edge of the bed, nearly catatonic, retreated within her own mind, blissfully disconnected from reality. Aware of everything going on as if through a fog, half-lost in her head. He scourgifies her when she shows no sign of being able to wash herself, and then strips the bloodied remnants of her whore's garb away, dressing her in soft pyjamas with shaking hands. "This will help," he tells her in a voice thick with tears as he slowly tips a dose of Dreamless Sleep potion between her swollen lips, one hand cupping her cheek very carefully, and she blinks slowly up at his wet grey eyes without comprehension. Hermione swallows the potion obediently, and lies down when Malfoy directs her to, curling up on her side with her knees drawn up and her hands tucked beneath her chin, feeling him tuck the bedclothes around her with firm, gentle motions. It makes her feel safe.