"Please, Hermione! I'm sorry!" Cissy pleaded desperately, pulling me closer. She yanked on my wrists, forcing me forward as she knelt before me. "Please!" She was bawling now. I don't want to see her cry, but why did she think she should do this to me? I found myself kneeling before her as well, an echo of what happened previously. I couldn't really pull myself away from her.