Slipping a pack of replacement razor blades from a drawer into her pocket, she walked back into the bedroom. Malfoy was shirtless and facing away from her. Diagonally across his back was the mark from her poker, the bruise curling out from the line already swirling with purple. The muscles in his back rippled as he turned to her, and he pulled on a fresh shirt. She arched an eyebrow as he winced at the movement and smiled.