Hermione unclenched her hand and Blaise gasped for air, Pansy rushing forward to help him. Hermione turned towards Astoria and an unsettling smirk appeared on her face again, "little Greengrass, you just never know when to shut your mouth do you? Do you think the Dark Lord would bat an eye if I killed you? Do you think you are that precious? Let's see how worthy you think you are when you can't even utter a single spell any longer," she raised her hand and whipped it down.