Vernon's body, held asleep by magic, didn't wake. But it jerked and twitched in an unnatural way, as blood flowed freely and formed a dark pool around his rotund frame. Hermione looked at the bloody heart suspended before her, watched as its last beats pulsed out with a curious and callous disinterest. Then she squeezed on impulse till her magic pierced the hated flesh. She clenched with all her angry love until the heart was utterly squashed, feeling the life leave it with every ooze of blood that seeped from the pores she had cut.