Looking disdainfully down at Voldemort, Hermione held out her wrist for the Dark Wizard to reconfigure her tether for Bellatrix. He used his wand to siphon Draco’s blood from the gold bangle. It splattered on her arm, precious but discarded. The droplets shone brightly as if they had just been taken from his body. Such a precious commodity. She stared as they dried on her skin, ignoring the rest of the process. 