As she fiddles with the exquisite ring she has placed on a delicate silver chain around her neck, she reminisces about them. She licks her dry, cracking lips; a habit she has picked up from him, as her voice falls to unhearing ears six feet below the ground she is perched on...

He was relentless in his furious attack; wordless rage. There was no pause. Hermione closed her eyes and waited for it end. When she thought she could not handle the pain any longer, he sneered and left triumphantly.