"I... Don’t have it... Anymore," he exhaled. His pupils dilated and there was no warmth in his gaze anymore. Hermione realized she had dug too hard and the blade had sunk in his throat under the pressure of her wand. She felt numbness creeping up her body as she watched the blood trickle down his neck, sipping on the floor. There was a bright crimson pool forming on the crook where his collar bones joined. With a sniffle she looked around the Room and it was only then, she remembered she had an audience. Her darkened eyes lingered on the hunched form of Lucius Malfoy.