"We're here to have a bit of fun before you've got to go off and explain yourself to the Dark Lord. That's why we're here, you pathetic piece of shit." Goyle takes a step forward, and Malfoy's jaw clenches and relaxes. He nods then, and spreads his hands out from his sides, palms facing the two Death Eaters. It is surrender, and acceptance, and Hermione feels suddenly very, very sick.