"Not that you deserve the warning," he says frostily, "but I want this to prey on your mind. I’m the one who spilt your virgin’s blood, Hermione Granger. You’re a clever girl; you’ve read Secrets of the Darkest Arts. You know exactly what that means. I have rights and magics over you which nobody else will ever have. And, Hermione?" He smiles, but it’s terrifying, a cold curl of his lips utterly devoid of humour. It exposes the needle points of his teeth. "I fully intend to exercise them. I have no intention of letting you escape me. See you in Hell, my love."