"Indeed, Thaddeus. Now, Draco, come, sit down. Bring your pet with you. She may tend to you while we feast, and then afterward...well, perhaps she may take the place of dessert. A sweet treat, for our guests." Hermione squeezes her eyes tight shut, trying to deny Voldemort's words, and then the collar she wears around her neck digs sharp into her flesh as Malfoy jerks lightly on her leash. She mustn't respond quickly enough for appearance's sake, because he jerks it again, and she gags and whimpers involuntarily. A smatter of laughs at her wretched state reach her ears, and Look at it...pretty thing...ripe little mouth...still a bit disobedient...be fun...good to see filth where it should be...its place...not too badly trained I suppose...needs a whipping in my opinion...