I can't decide, whether you should live or die, oh, you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry, no wonder why, my heart feels dead inside, it's cold and hard and petrified, lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride.

Intellectual vs intellectual. Knives will be sharpened, blood will be spilled, tears will be shed and people WILL be ate. Hermione has something to sink her teeth into, so pull up a chair, you've been invited to dinner. HANNIBAL/HERMIONE.