The magic was stunning. She had always thought that magic, particularly in its rawest form, was beautiful, but there was something special about Hermione's. It was breathtaking. A force beyond anything she'd seen. The pulsing of it could be felt, even outside its container. The ruby, the size of an Ostrich egg, had hardly been sufficient to hold the magic that had been given. She was sure, on more than one occasion, that the gem would burst, unleashing the magic on the Domina. She almost wished it would, just to see what it would do.