"Why now?" Hermione pressed, intent on distracting him further. She hadn't yet finalized an escape plan. All she knew was that she only had five bullets left (the one she'd shot earlier reminding her how cruel cosmic karma could be). "You could have kidnapped him, tortured him and killed him, any time over the past few years and possibly even before then. Why did you wait so long to do it, hm? Why now?"