Hermione felt like she had one lung to breath out of now. I just have to kill Job, then Lucius. Hermione felt herself frown realizing the house elf had to go, but it was more out of principle than anything else. Job was going to be nothing but an advantage for Lucius and she didn't want him to kill her - Or worse, get away again. She wiped a hand across her face and felt some of Draco's warm blood smear on her cheek, but she was unbothered. If anything, she liked the moisturizing feel of the pureblood's blood on her freckled face. A sane part of her told whispered something about bloodborne illnesses, but she mentally squashed the reasoning. She felt awake - She would have even dared to say alive even - as she reveled in the thrill of the kill.