"In this room, you will do well to remember who it is that you serve." Hermione’s voice is low, nearly rumbling and almost entirely divorced from the breathy feminine trill of her youth. "Tell me, Draco—" She passes in front of him, one hand reaching up to trail over his shoulder and along the line of his back. The being within her purrs in satisfaction at the tremor that wracks his body. "—do you enjoy the power of destroying another human?"