She washes her hands with soap that smells like woody spices and vanilla, and finger combs her straggling hair. Malfoy hasn't mended the mirror above the basin, and Hermione is glad of that. She doesn't want to see herself; because she looks awful, because it hurts, because she doesn't recognise the look in her own eyes. She hates seeing a stranger staring back at her. Filling her cupped hands with water, Hermione drinks until the hunger pangs in her stomach have quieted a little. She doesn't know why she doesn't want to eat. She just...doesn't want to, so she doesn't. It is one of the few things she can control, so maybe that is why.