Two men grabbed Hermione by the arms, and had her surrender her wand. She thrashed and kicked, screamed and yelled, but one solid kick from the man I'm referencing as Thug Number One shut her up, sent her gasping for breath.
"Wait! Shacklebolt, please," I cried, but it was all for naught.
"It's either this or the Kiss, Ron. Which would you rather her have?"
I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. "This," I whisper, my voice sounding strangled.
Hermione screamed another guttural scream of pain, thrashing wildly in her captor's arms.
This animal couldn't be Hermione. It just couldn't. What I was seeing before me was not Hermione, it was an insane maniac in her form.
They managed to restrain her, and half-dragged, half-carried Hermione out of the living room. Her head was lolling lifelessly on her neck, like she was drugged.
"Look at your girlfriend now," said Lucius Malfoy, floundering around me and smiling in victory.
"I see her." My voice was dry and full of venom.
"Hermione isn't weak." I snap.
"Yes," said Malfoy, smiling cruelly, "I suppose you are right. After all, she did slaughter two people."
"What? That's not what I meant!"
"Then what, Weasley, did you mean?"
I groan and throw my hands up in desperation and anger.
Hermione, now unconscious, was dragged out of the room by Thugs Number One and Two.
"Kingsley," I say, grabbing his arm, "wait!"
He sighs. "What, Ron?"
"I'm trying, okay? Look, we can't fool around here. This I serious business." He lowers his voice. "One mistake and very thing I've been doing will crumble."
"Wha are you doing?" I hiss.
"Can't you see? This is all an act. Hermione deserves Azkaban, but I can let her out."
"All in good time, Ron. All in good time." With a loud slamming of the door, he was gone.