Every day, Malfoy would ask her how she felt, if there was any remaining pain from whatever the Dark Lord had done to her. Every day she told him the truth; she was fine, she felt good. Hermione did feel good. Better than she had in a long while. Whatever had occurred in that drawing room had given her a new strength and she didn’t quite know how to feel about it.  It had obviously been some form of dark magic, Malfoy had told her he could smell it on her days later, but