"But – but I wanted to," she protests, voice small as her own arousal is slapped down by the coldness on Malfoy's face and reality sets in, but she is still certain. Because it's the truth. "I wanted to. I w-want..."But she can't say it now, with the moment gone and Malfoy looking at her like that, and the things she wears and the ordeal that awaits her. She chokes back a sob, stuffing her fist against her mouth and biting at her knuckles for the distraction of pain.