"Very nice for an amateur, Draco," Voldemort purred, his eyes lit up in delight. "Very good indeed. Do you feel it? The extreme power that you feel when you hold the fate of someone in the very palm of your hand!" A laugh resonated around the room, and he took a few steps in the direction of the Mudblood. "Stand back, Draco, I plan to have some fun of my own." 

Taking out his wand, he swept his hands from it's tip, to it's handle, and then pointed it directly between Granger's eyes. "Listen carefully, little Mudblood. We'll be having a little quiz, and depending on your answers, I'll decide what your...reward shall be."

"First off. Where is Potter hiding?" 

OoC; Pere i love how evil your voldy is.

 The silence that Hermione so loved wouldn't last long, Voldemort's voice almost as bad as the crucio charm that had just ripped her of sound mind. Comfort, she needed comfort, and this she found in knowledge. Analyzing was Hermione's primary stress reliever, a believable fact to anyone who knew the girl well. She counted books on a shelf as Voldemort praised Draco for his work on torturing her. One, two, three... Is this really what the most evil wizard did in his spare time? Torture information about some boy who would probably be at Hogwarts in a matter of days anyway? Sixteen, seventeen... Really? Didn't he have a mental link with Harry or something? Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five.

A hush had fallen back over the room, causing Hermione to sit up in surprise. Voldemort's wand sent chills down her spine as she felt it press into her forhead, the man's menacing face glaring down at her. He was going to "quiz" her, so he said, throwing in racial slurs such as Mudblood. She hated how somehow the wizard world had brought another level of racism into the world; blood class. Sneering in disgust at Voldemort's question, Hermione looked into his eyes, black as the pit in hell that birthed him.

"Nowhere that you'd find him." 

"Oh, our quiz isn't finished, Mudblood," Voldemort laughed. "Of course not. Nothing is ever that easy. Next question: which curse do you think Antonin Dolohov is using on Ronald Weasley at this moment in time?"

He watched carefully for her reaction. He knew Dolohov had injured her severely in the Department of Mysteries, and to add insult to injury, it was her beloved Ron being tortured. Oh, people were such fun to hurt.

((Fail D:)) 

((<3 still looking for that damn tree))

Bellatrix giggled with the thrilling sensation that bats were flapping about in her brain. She bounced slightly with all the excitement and power, admiring her lords skillfull wandwork. Her mind drifted in a happy stupor, wishing she could wrap an arm around Voldemort's back to show how much she loved hi-... what he could do. Dark irises flicking about, she itched for her wand, but simply ran her fingers along it while she watched the Mudblood try and be "brave". Laughing freely and a little too loud when Hermione stood up for herself, Bella's lips twisted as much as her heart. Hopefully she wasn't too close to her master. For him, anyway. She had yet to see a day when they were too close in her mind.

((Oh good. :D I forgot to tell you, I heard it remains 'one of the most elusive trees in the world, hiding under rocks, bushes and behind public lavatories.' <3))

Voldemort saw Bellatrix's delight, and felt oddly pleased with it. Funny, he had never held much store by his followers' opinions, and he had no doubt about his abilities when wielding a wand. Maybe he wasn't torturing the girl enough and it was making him feel soft. Yes, that was it. He waited for her to answer. No matter what she said, it would be wrong, even if it technically was correct. And then he would punish her very, very severely for not being the smart Mudblood everyone had told him she was. 

((Naughty Bellatrix, making Voldy feel. >( ))

((Well I'm going to need a lot of perfume afterwards but I WILL FIND THAT TREE. Also I'm not gonna post as I don't wanna do something that needs a response and not come back for like a week. Yanno? lD Anyway yeeeee feelings!~))

((D: That's horrible. Kink, if you see this, best wishes to you. I'm so sorry. ;~;))

Hermione decided not to breathe and died.

((Lolol, ok. :D))

Voldemort froze suddenly when he felt a change in the room. It took him a few seconds to realise what it was, and he relaxed. One of the magical auras in the room had gone out... he suddenly started laughing very, very hard.

"The Mudblood's dead!" he said in glee. He clapped his hands, and set to work making Hermione 'presentable' for her return to the Order. This mainly consisted of decorative writing carved into her that displayed creative use of the word 'Mudblood'. 

"Bella," he ordered, straightening up and gazing adoringly at his handywork. "Arrange for her to be dumped on the Order's footstep as soon as you find their new headquarters."