She didn't hear him, not at first, because it was too intense. She was losing control and the images were flickering faster and faster again through her mind. The scream cut off hoarsely, and she groaned desperately instead as her head ached and pounded with each flashing image. She had to make it stop, she had to break out of this before it consumed her.
And finally Draco's voice got through, just barely, and Cerise used it as an anchor, seizing on it and trying to pull her mind free. She wasn't sure if it was because of her, or if the vision had just released her, but suddenly it was gone. With a hoarse cry, she fell forward, her body almost completely limp as she just whimpered. Her face felt warm and wet and distantly Cerise lifted her hand, touching her cheek and finding the tears that that streaked her soft skin. But it wasn't just that. Her fingers grazed down under her nose, where something warm was dripping over her lips, and she pulled her fingers away to find them red with blood. And her head ached, oh Merlin did it ache.
Blinking her eyes hazily, Cerise lifted her head and managed somehow to focus on the man in front of her. "Draco..." Her voice was hoarse and raw, barely a whisper, "Tant de choix et tant de douleur... Je me suis senti tout cela, oh mon dieu que ça fait mal tellement..."