She moves toward the bed with awkward, faltering steps, the peach-coloured g-string silk knickers she wears making walking feel uncomfortable and strange – she has always hated that style of underwear and longs to tear them off – and the unlaced underbust corset shifting and rubbing at her pelvic bones. She looks over to Malfoy and he is silent, eyes on the floor and fists clenched so hard that she can see his knuckles are white as she reaches out and takes hold of a bedpost.