"Don't." The word rips furious from Malfoy's throat as his shoes shift on the floor, and she presses her lips together and lifts her head to watch him as he takes two stumbling steps back. He is bloodless-pale and somehow fragile in his anger, shoulders hunched a little and his eyes wide and written with sick guilt. "It was," he hisses, fists clenching again, the words wobbling and shaking and spilling from his lips. "It fucking was awful and don't you dare – don't you dare act like it was fun for me. I – I – yeah it was so much fucking worse for you, Granger, I realise that, I'm not an arsehole, but I – I wasn't exactly having a fucking good – good time. I...I didn't want to hurt you..."