"Draco." Lucius said thinly. "I heard you were coming." He looked like he wanted to be angry, but he looked more wary than anything else. Hermione noted that the cane he carried was lacking the silver snake head that held his wand. The meetings for punishment for various captured death eaters were mostly private, and she was sure that his wand had been broken. But that didn’t mean Lucius couldn’t get another one. He had a whole family line to go through for acceptable wands. "And you," Hermione tried not to flinch, but ended up scooting closer to Draco. "Are Hermione Granger." he hissed through his teeth. "Welcome." he said, clenching his jaw tightly. 