She stared up at the plain white ceiling above her, twirling her wand lazily back and forth between her hands and picturing the days and nights that lay ahead. Things were stressful enough without Malfoy hanging around. There were so many ways in which Malfoy's presence could screw things up, the most likely being he and Ron attempting to actually murder each other. But there was also the fact that seeing him brought back her memories of the torture; not to mention the hot flush of guilt and pity mingled with anger that he seemed to evoke in her. Hermione didn't like it at all.