Malfoy jack-knifes double with a soundless groan as she drives the air out of him violently, clutching his middle and tipping onto his side. Wheezing moans wrench out of his throat after a moment, pained and pathetic as he struggles for air that he can't properly draw, and she watches with a forced faint smile. Someone laughs, and she flinches at the sound in the silence. Malfoy stays curled in a defensive ball even after he's gotten his breath back, and Hermione feels ill as she stares at him like this.