Six days into her stay in Malfoy's rooms he catches her staring at him from her dark corner as he locks the door behind him. He turns for the bathroom with a wince, limping over the floor with one foot dragging a little and the blood...the blood on his hands, coating them like crimson gloves. Her stomach is sick and so is her heart. Congealing, darkening blood coats Malfoy's skin sticky from fingertip to elbow, because Voldemort approves when his people revel in the blood and don't scourgify it away. She gulps and her hand comes up to cover her mouth, and he stares at her. Just stares.