The room began to quiet down gradually as others began to eavesdrop on the conversation between Voldemort and Draco. "As you wish my Lord", Draco responded. "Mudblood", he called, barely glancing over his shoulder at Hermione. She shuddered in fear, having no clue what was about to be asked of her, and in front of all these people as well. She slowly stepped closer to the back of his chair, hearing her own heavy breathing in her ears.