Ignoring the amused snickers from several of the Death Eaters, Hermione turned her head far enough around to look over her shoulder at the man who hadn't released his grip on her arm. The subject of many of her nightmares stared unblinking back at her with no hint of a smile on his face. If he was pleased by the arrangement or not, he wasn't giving any indication. Her second test of not showing weakness occurred when Antonin Dolohov was given permission to take her from the castle. She was certain she would rather be dead than suffer a minute alone in his presence. At least in the middle of the Great Hall there were witnesses.