Both of their minds must have traveled back in time to those nights when the Dark Lord allowed them to indulge in all of the pleasures the young regime had to offer. Before they were all ordered to marry and become respectable members of their new society, he allowed them the freedom to act out their most thrilling fantasies. Blood was certainly shed those nights, but none of them minded. Nothing made a Death Eater feel more alive than seeing the light dim in their victims" eyes. Hermione fell under that spell more times than she wanted to recall. While she might have been acting under the influence of her favorite illicit potions, she knew that to show that she was the least bit squeamish around the worst of the atrocities would only make her seem weak in the eyes of the others who didn't want her there. Mudbloods weren't allowed to have respectable positions within the regime. If she hadn't been the Dark Lord's personal pet, she would've been relegated to the bottom rungs of their society. As Theodore Nott once told her, she would be the entertainment, not a willing participant.