"She died in the first war." He caressed her fingers.  "It matters little.  The marriage was arranged.  I retain the benefits of it," He said coolly.  Hermione shifted in the bed so she could look at his face.  "And you?  I am a Death Eater, Hermione.  I did not play a part.  I supported the Dark Lord and will do so again should he ever manage to return, though I imagine that’s somewhat doubtful now."