"You were always a bit of a looker, Granger, but seeing you covered in bruises makes you so much more attractive. If I could get you alone, I would make your face purple and red before I fucked you." He pushed against her as he spoke, his breath hitching at the friction. Hermione fought not to react, not to be sick. This was a test, and Hermione could handle herself. She thought back to the Veela Vault, when Flint had first leered at her. She remembered how Malfoy had reacted and smiled again. It was a cold, dead smile. 