Hermione lies on the ground and cries until she has no more tears left, feeling violated and beaten, because she was. Fucking animals. The words run around and around in her head until she thinks they will drive her mad. Malfoy is far too convincing an actor; none of that at the end had felt pretend to Hermione. None of that had felt pretend at all. He had said to her that they weren't actually going to...and he had been telling the truth, but she hadn't realised how real it would feel. He had been completely honest when he had told her it wouldn't be pleasant, but she just had realised how unpleasant. It takes a very long time for Hermione to scrape herself up off the ground and pull her jeans back on, and once she has, all she can do is stumble over to the corner she has claimed as her own and curl there beneath the rags, imagining what it will be like when she is rescued.