"How are you feeling today, Thornfinn?" Hermione asked, her voice oddly light. The wizard was bound securely to the table, his naked body marked with scabbed over wounds and she pressed into one until blood oozed up from the gash and he thrashed against his bonds. "The kiddies are all off you know. And Ron is going to be away for another week at least." Hermione smiled wickedly and turned his face to force him to look at her. "Which means we have all the time in the world to get properly acquainted at last. I’ve been sooo neglecting you these last two weeks. But, I promise, I will make it up to you."