Ron only glared at her, refusing to answer, and Hermione sighed.  "From the moment we were captured, other than what Bellatrix did to me, I never for one moment felt as though I did not consent to what was happening to me.  Even the Dark Lord, of all people, heard my concerns, through Lucius.  Lucius would ask me what I wanted to happen in that room before it did.  I could have chosen to be with him and only him, or refused to participate at all and allowed Bellatrix to decide what was to be done with me.  I never felt powerless.  I was more humiliated with your howler yesterday than at any point having sex on a table in a room full of Death Eaters," she snapped at him.