"Oh god. Oh Merlin." She whimpers and sobs softly, the cuts that criss-cross her flesh stinging, the inside of her mouth raw and throbbing, her breasts and the insides of her thighs bruised and sore from pinching, invading hands. "Oh god." It all happened. It all really happened and she just wants to hide from the truth of it, to claw it from her mind. There is movement in the dark, the sound of rustlings and then a dim light appears, shining faint through the fingers Hermione has pressed to her eyes.