She's in Malfoy's room, of course – thank Merlin. And Malfoy is right there just metres away from her, sitting slumped forward at the table, his back to her. He is still shirtless, and his back is a coagulated painting of blood that Hermione put there. She feels suddenly cold, staring at him with wide eyes. She did that to him. She stumbles forward, nearly tripping and falling over her own feet, feeling awkward and clumsy in her own body. Her bare feet scuff on the floor when she almost loses her balance thanks to the way her hands are wrenched back, and Malfoy jerks his head up at the noise.