Hermione’s body wriggled and squirmed, suspended in mid-air as though held up by an invisible rope. Strangled cries escaped her throat, and Draco tried his best not to stare. Voldemort eyed the boy suspiciously, his cold, snake-like eyes fixed on the boy; Lucius nudged his son carefully, giving him a look of warning, and Draco returned his gaze to the Dark Lord.
“Something you would like to say, Draco?” came Voldemort’s voice, almost like a hiss.
Draco looked up, his eyes meeting the teary ones of Hermione. She let out a soft whimper, something that sounded like his name. He turned away.
“No. Nothing.”
Emma: What’s my name Rob? What’s my name?
Rob: It’s — That’s that one.
Emma: “That’s that one”?
Rob: She’s famous.
Emma: That’s just plain rude.
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