And so she stood in the middle of her room dressed in only her undergarments, skin shaved and scrubbed until it felt raw, hair damp from washing and smelling of vanilla. Mrs. Malfoy inspected every inch of her bare skin with intense scrutiny, as if searching for the tiniest of blemish or disfigurement. Hermione hated it and found it degrading, but did not dare open her mouth to protest, as she understood that Mrs. Malfoy was only following orders.