Everything had fallen apart right then. Draco’s world had shattered in an instant as something clicked in his head and Draco had seen – really seen – what he was a part of. It wasn’t a pretty picture. Suddenly, Draco hadn’t wanted to enjoy Hermione’s torture anymore. Instead he had wanted to run away, wanted to wash in scalding hot water and try to cleanse himself of the stains that he knew would never come off. He had wanted to free Hermione, to curse Aunt Bella and give her a taste of her own fucking medicine...but he had been too cowardly to do any of that.