            Her whole body felt like it had been shoved through a blender. Didn’t help that she had spent the night on her mum’s stiff couch, or that it had taken her hours to fall into fitful sleep. Lucius had been contained to the upstairs guest room, levitated and re-bound to the iron bedframe. Hermione was restless with his presence, like he was an infection seeping into her skin. She hated him. She hated keeping him. And yet she needed him.