"My most loyal subjects know the importance of enemy blood... hmmm.... so many uses in potions". Hermione couldn’t help but cringe as her wand was jabbed into her side, as Voldermort’s words caused a smattering of knowing chuckles from a group of robe-clad Death Eaters nearest to her. "How lucky for me, this dirty little muggle is also a virgin" He tapped the metal chastity belt, as his captive fought the bile rising in her throat, as the entire revel broke out in appreciative jeers and wolf-whistles.