"No! No, I just...I don't know why I said that. I didn't mean it!" Hermione rushes out even though she does know why in retrospect – because she thought it would convince him it was okay, that they should, and god wasn't she incredibly, unbelievably wrong? "Malfoy, please?" It's like a knife twisting in her belly as the words come out and he stares at her with that horrified hurt, and she realises absently how sick this would look to an outsider. She is begging the man who was made to rape her to have sex with her, despite his own protests that it would be wrong, and she must look so utterly pathetic and fucked up. She can't even accept his rejection with dignity. What is wrong with her? What–?