"I saw, mother. I saw it happen. I walked in on it once. Father raping a Muggle. Right there, in his study. He didn't even seem to care that I saw. If I'd asked him, he probably would've let me have a go, once he was done..." Draco's voice cracked and broke, a wondering, dazed revulsion overtaking the anger in his voice and Hermione could tell he was remembering. Picturing the scene in his mind's eye again. She hurried across the room and laid a hand on his arm, and he felt cold through his thin shirt, the muscles in his arm wound taut.