For a moment, Hermione thought Roberts would strike him again, but instead he kept his attention on her, a slow smile curving the edge of his lips. "Well. It doesn't matter. I have you both already. In no time we’ll have Potter and Weasley. Many Weasleys, I’d wager. And they will suffer. Oh yes," he watched Hermione with amusement as he continued cruelly. "They will suffer. And they will die. Just. Like. You." He pulled his knife out again, and this time Hermione could not suppress the instinctive shudder as the cold metal met her skin.