What is she supposed to do now? Her mind races and spins. Everyone thinks she hates Malfoy – everyone has to think she hates him, or his cover will be blown and they'll both be tortured to death. Christ. Is this how Malfoy felt every time he was expected to play his part? Terrified and sick to his stomach and wracked with guilt and self-loathing? And yet horribly determined to do whatever it takes to enable them to survive and live to regret the actions later, when they are...if not safe, then at least out of immediate danger.