Narcissa cleared her throat. "No. Not her. That's none of your bloody business. Anyone else?" The sharpness in her voice was unmistakable. That was not a request, but one bloody hell of a demand. Leave her alone, or else. Did they dare to defy her and poke and prod Hermione for information – for why there was a healer to see her today? No. No, they did not dare. Hermione let out a shaky breath and tried to focus on the matter at hand.