"Well then, let us have some revelry!" Voldemort cries cheerfully, like some kind of terrible child, his high voice crawling with eerie satisfaction. He stands, gliding across the floor in bare feet, carefully avoiding the swathes of blood with delicate steps. "That settles it. My loyal followers, please, gather around! We have a rare entertainment this evening; our young Mister Malfoy shall have what I believe is his first proper participation at a revel." Voldemort glances over at Malfoy for confirmation as he waves his wand, summoning everyone to move closer, and Hermione realises that it is going to happen. Malfoy can do nothing to stop it.