"Haff to," she murmurs slurred angry at him with ruined lips, barely understandable, urgent. "Jus' do i'." Everything in her shudders sickly at saying it, but she does because she doesn't want to die. She doesn't. It hurts when Malfoy pushes into her at last – she is dry, and tense with fear and pain, and he is awkward and rough as he forces his way into her. Her face scrunches with pain as she cries out, and her fingers scrape on the floor. He makes a sound somewhere between a sob and a sickened groan and thrusts quick and hard without finesse, and the breath huffs out of her, raggedly keeping time. Thank Merlin he does not try to make it pleasant for her.