"Mind your tongue, Lucius. Honestly, did Voldemort not teach you manners?" Hermione always thought that the Death Eaters going into a speech before they made a kill was a waste of time, but now she understood: She had a lot of hate bottled up inside of her, and there was no better time to spew it before a sinful act. She leaned over his desk to get in his face. "Should I crucio you too then? Or would you better remember to hold your tongue if I imperioused you instead and had you lick me since you wanted to "skull fuck" me so bad?"