Hermione watched as Barty Crouch trailed his fingers down her prone body, enjoying her smooth skin. "Lil’ mudbitch, eyes on the mirror". Draco’s order was followed unquestioningly by the bound witch, her eyes compelled to comply with the spoken directive, she let out a gasp as she watched her reflected face in the mirror, how she wished that her own body could be blurred out to oblivion. She took in the wide contours of her dark collar, perplexed by the weird pattern on the front, it seemed maddening familiar, but she couldn’t place the odd stochastic design. Her attention travelled upwards to her face, which left her speechless. Her eyes were unrecognisable, the natural colour had been leached away leaving a muted milky white colour on the iris with streaks of a pinkish-red flecks, highlighting the pinprick red pupils. Because of the surprised gasp she briefly spotted the small tips of her new teeth, her stretched tongue brushing at their blunt edges. Her exploring was cut short when the youngest Malfoy placed a stubby rubber plug in her open mouth, ordering her to shut her face hole.