"No, dear. I don't think so." She grinned at Hermione before turning fully to Draco, who was looking down at her with a scowl. "Well, beautiful, I'll tell you a little story. We wanted you dead. The Mortis Domina. The Seven. Whatever. Your name came up, and you were going to die. But in their infinite wisdom, the Seven gave your name to Hermione. She was, after all, one of our better members. Quick and skilled. Brutal, of course. But precise. It was a test, you see. To see if she was loyal, truly and fully. She refused, and bargained. Her life for yours. She was cast aside, grievously injured, and sent back to this handsome devil, here." She jerked a thumb towards Blaise. "And then she disappeared from the face of the Earth. Poof! Like magic. Though, of course, that wasn't possible, as she had no magic. Gave it up for you, you lovely thing." She tapped the barrier over Draco's face, imitating a boop on the nose. Cecily turned back to Hermione, after delivering the equivalent of a nuclear bomb on the unsuspecting Draco. Again, Hermione fought the urge to struggle. She wanted the woman away from him. Away from them all. Needed her to stop fucking talking. Stop divulging these details.