From the opposite side of the door, there was another bump, indicating Draco had leaned his head hard against the wood. She sat in silence in the spray for quite a long time, trying to break her mind free of the memories already forming from the night, replaying over and over again in her head, the endless  what if’s  that were leaving her numb. The rough stone against her bare torso, a sharp contrast from the slick, smooth tile she sat on now. The feeling of the cruciatus curse, ripping through her body. Her muscles ached, splintered when she moved. 