"I know what my father is getting." Draco continued, ignoring her response. "It’s pretty clear he’s actually enjoying being tortured, which as concerning as that idea is I’m starting to get used to it. He’s frightfully grumpy if it’s too long between Ripper visits. But what in the world are you getting from it? You never struck me as the type." He leaned forward and drew a deep breath. "Don’t get me wrong, Hermione. I know you’re a Dark Witch, I’ve known that since we were in school. The air crackles with your potential, rather like Aunt Bella to be honest. Most witches with that much natural Darkness go mad with it before they turn 30 but you, you’ve tamed it, bent it to your will. Your victims are all terrible people, to one degree or another, and you’ve managed to keep a certain flair for justice in everything which is no small task. That doesn’t explain the game you are playing with father, however. There’s something different at work there."