"Draco, Bella, come with me." Voldemort led the way out of the Great Hall, Snape following dutifully with the table levitated in front of him. Bellatrix melted out of the crowd and bounded up to them. Anticipation flowed over her dark face, her heavily lidded eyes unnervingly fixed on Hermione, her thin mouth curved cruelly in a smile. Hermione fingered the dagger Draco had slipped back to her, meeting Bellatrix’s eyes with loathing. It was a long time since she had been at the Dark Witch's mercy, and Hermione was infinitely more capable than she had been last time. If Bellatrix thought she could touch Hermione without retaliation, she would be disappointed.