"I should – a – a contraceptive charm, first," he gets out as though the words themselves are difficult to speak, and Hermione bites her tongue hard. She nods stiffly and lets him cast the charm, magic soaking into her skin as he flicks his wand and touches the tip to her abdomen. And then he moves – edging past her very cautiously as if to show he is not a threat – without a word, limping across the room. Hermione turns to watch him, tugging his shirt closed around her again and wincing at the pain as her bruised breasts jostle. He disappears through a door at the end of the room, and a moment later she hears the sound of water running. She hugs herself tightly and takes a faltering step forward, looking around Malfoy's room, trying to ignore the feel of the sticky residue between her thighs. Trying not to remember every detail of what the cum on her thighs is the result of, and partially succeeding. She focuses on her surroundings.