Lucius glared at her and Hermione shrugged. "Don’t worry, Lucius. I’m not stealing them. I’ll have them delivered safe to Draco as your next of kin. I always do." She smiled and moved back up to his head and smoothed his hair again. "I couldn’t have him mistaking what we are about, now could I? I want him to know what is happening here, Lucius. To live every second of the next few days or weeks knowing what I’m doing to you. I want to walk through the Ministry, to sit across from him in endless meetings, to see his carefully hidden despair and grief and horror. He won’t show it – you taught him too well – but I’ll see it because I’ll know exactly where to look. You’ll show me with every flinch and every silent scream. I will catalog them on the father and see them reflected in the son."