"I think you'll like what I have planned better than just releasing her." Lucius looked at Hermione, as if appraising her. "You, Miss Granger? Not so much." He paused to take another drink. "God makes some men poets, some He makes kings, some beggars. Me? He made me a hunter, Miss Granger." Hermione's head pressed into the chair, her mind going wild with what he meant as Lucius locked eyes with his son. "And a gambler."