Malfoy's face is red and contorted with the pain surging through him, jaw clenched tight, so that the sounds of pain grate between his teeth, and his tendons and veins are standing out in ropes on his throat and at his temples. He whines again, helpless and hurting on the floor, and oh. Oh. What is she doing? It's wrong, and horrible, and she is so much better than this. Hermione drops the wand to the carpet and backs away, hugging herself tightly and retreating until her legs hit the bed. She sits down abruptly, staring at him with big, frightened eyes as he struggles up onto all fours, and then his feet. Malfoy sways slightly, and balances himself with a hand on the table, making no move to pick up his wand.