"The mudblood wants you, Draco. What does the mudblood think you can give her? Death maybe...or something else? Hah, yes...something else the mudblood wants from a handsome young pureblood, maybe? Come on love, ask her," Bella cooed and Draco shot a hunted look at his aunt and shuffled slowly forward. Hermione felt sick as she realised what Bellatrix was insinuating, and another level of fear washed over her. Bella prodded him, and Draco looked at Hermione – at her half-exposed chest with the words "mudblood’ and "whore’ cut jagged and bloody above her simple black cotton bra. He still couldn’t meet her eyes.