Malfoy sits slumped at the table still, head lolling forward a little, injured hand sitting on the table top – it looks gruesome, like a broken spider. Blood mats his hair at the left side of his head, where she'd hit him, and trickles sluggishly from his left ear. There is a deep wound on his right cheek, cutting up from his jaw where it is the deepest, and ending shallowly just beneath his eye. The lash from the whip, Hermione thinks, and wants to cry. The table hides the burns, but she knows they're there. Tears leak from her eyes as he looks up at her and tries to smile at her through the agony she knows he must be suffering.