Hermione nodded feverishly, mesmerized by the bloodied white hair of his falling across his face. She ran her fingers through it, and he kissed her again, setting her lips on fire, biting them, drawing more blood on his already blood-splashed face. He moved harder, her body jerking up with every one of his thrusts from below, but his ruthless hands – the same hands that just tortured her tormenter – were on her hips, holding her down.