"Ah.  Lucius."  The Dark Lord greeted.  "And you’ve brought tonight’s entertainment with you."  Aware though she was of every eye in the room on her, Hermione didn’t dare look up.  There were a few snickers as she crawled after Lucius to her place at the foot of his chair.  She swore she could feel Snape’s glittering black gaze burning into her and felt her cheeks grow warm.