"Had to Draco dearest," Hermione shrugged, speaking up for the first time in a little while. "We had to collect some Dark Lord merchandise." Hermione then sighed dramatically turning to Ron who was still sobbing. "Merlin, grow up Ronald." she snapped. "I can’t concentrate on killing you when you're blubbering." then Hermione through a curse, the color light purple, rather pretty and the man holding Ron jumped back and watched as organs began to build up fluid, his eyes bulging, stomach descending before he starts to boil. She throws up a barrier around him just as he pops, blood and fluid splashing within the enclosed space.