Hermione's blood runs cold and she lets out a choked gasp and stumbles back a step, as if it had been a venomous snake or human organ. At her Master's pleasure. The words are burnt into her and she cannot make sense of them at all, stunned and shaking. "I...what?" she says, and her eyes are wounded and horrified on Malfoy's as she clutches her hands together in front of her, pressing the clasp of them into her stomach. "What...what does that mean? Who – who is...?" She has sudden visions of being taken away from Malfoy and given to someone else, and in there is...something that...she doesn't even know. She pushes her hands harder into her stomach, feeling unsteady and sick. "My...master? But...who...?" Fear makes her knees watery and her mind blank and stupid. She thinks for a moment Voldemort must be giving her to someone else.