"She chose to submit to that, Weasley, and even then, she was released from that before the end of the war," Lucius said.  "When she submits to me now, she does so by choice.  Her choice."  Lucius trailed a finger along her jaw and Hermione closed her eyes, savoring his touch.  "Take your place, sweet," he ordered softly, and at once Hermione knelt at his side.  Ron’s face darkened.  "Now rise."  He offered her his hand and she took it, letting him guide her gently to her feet and slip his arm around her waist possessively.  "Hermione may not be my wife, Weasley, but she is my soulbind, as she is to each of us, and you will not insult her again, nor will you attempt to dictate what she does with her life.  If you do, you will be sorry."