            Hermione sank back onto her stiff cot, though her weary muscles refused to ease their tension. It made sense if the press was delaying her sentencing—her story was supposedly one of dark magic and darker romance. Her name had already been dragged through the press by Skeeter’s most recent article, which had named her a victim to Big Bad Lucius Malfoy and his nefarious plots. To the papers and public, Hermione was no more than a weak young witch, foolish and love-sick enough to follow Lucius Malfoy to the ends of the Earth. The corner of her mouth twitched.  At least that part’s somewhat true.