The bathroom door finally swings to a close behind her, and Malfoy's head snaps up at the click, and he sees her there. She is dressed in the slave's finery that Voldemort gifted Malfoy to dress her in, with her hair tamed to tumble in curls over her shoulders, and her face painted as she would never bother to do so herself, with reddened lips and dark-smudged eyes and eyelashes long and curling with mascara. Hermione feels like what Voldemort would have her be; a prettied up doll, to be   used   by those who own her.