"Tsk-tsk, stop being a greedy cunt. I’ll decorate your clitty in a while, but we have other work to do". Hermione seethed at the Death Eater’s gloating monologue. "Gabby hold the whore’s hand down please". Hermione could feel a set of smaller hands capture her own free hand, no longer imprisoned by Barty Crouch’s meaty paw. She couldn’t think who this person could be, but she felt no gentleness in the tight grip. Since she was reawakened, her eyes were free to roam around the room. She watched in mute horror as her main tormenter did an impromptu tally on what part of her they’d pierce next, she worried that as the show of hands was evenly split they might pierce her nipples and face simultaneously, but with Snape’s striding entry there was finally a tie break.