"Granger. Granger, hey, it's okay," Malfoy says, startlingly close, voice frantic and soothing at once. "It's okay, you're safe now. It's over." She lowers her hands and stares up at him through wet, swollen eyes as her breath hitches. He's standing over her in only his pyjama trousers and the swathe of bandaging around his torso, his wand in hand and a lumos illuminating him in the darkness of the room, his expression helpless and pained as he stares at her. A sudden fury wells up in her, and her tear-wet fists clench hard.