"You cheated me out of it, you bastard." Hermione glared as she sank the dagger once more into Lucius’ thigh. "I was going to do it, and you robbed me, and now what the hell do I have to do to amuse myself." He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer with the gag in his mouth, and that only made her more furious. "You goddamn prick!" She slashed at him again, and then had to spell him back to conciseness. She leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Just for this, I’m never going to harm one hair on your pretty wife’s head. You’re going to have to live with that harpy tied to you for the rest of your life. And Lucius, I’m going to make sure it’s a long one just to make it that much more annoying for you."