Hermione crossed her legs where she sat and spoke mockingly in her response. Since that afternoon, it felt like an invisible elastic band that had always kept her tightly contained had snapped. She found herself not caring about his feelings anymore. She found herself not caring for anyone's feelings, truth to be told. Her family was dead. And the Weasleys had all known exactly the type of bond Ron had chosen and her ignorance of its implications. No one had even bothered to inform her. In fact, the ones she did deign to ask had actively misled her to its nature, so all the Weasley’s were equally guilty in her eyes. Just as guilty as she was in trusting them. No more.