"I don't know." He shakes his head, frustration crinkling over his brow, and it is so strange to be standing here with Malfoy, talking about rescue, and simulating sex. Rape, she thinks then, and gulps hard, because that is what it would be were this really happening. She stifles the little whisper of fear that wants to squeak from between her lips, pressing them hard together. Malfoy doesn't seem to notice, going on: "The Dark Lord is watching me closely, like I said. That I'm coming down to the dungeons, especially back to this part of the dungeons, is an anomaly. And my master pays attention to anomalies. I don't think we have much time before he realises that you're here, and you're you." Fear ripples down Hermione's spine in icy fingers, but Malfoy keeps talking fast and she tries to focus on his brisk, urgent words.