Malfoy's flesh smells like roast pork when she burns him, only sickly sweeter and horrifying. He screams. At first Hermione tries sitting on his chest to hold him still and keep him from trying to pull away involuntarily, her knees just barely keeping his arms pinned as she holds the torch against his stomach. But even though he is trying to be still, as per Voldemort's orders, he writhes enough to nearly unseat her. They are both coated in sweat, flesh on flesh barely dressed as she is, and he is sobbing pitifully, like a child, his eyes closed and tears seeping from under the lids. She wants to cry too.