"Maybe this will make my intentions clear." She stood languidly from the couch, the loss of her skin under his arm was instant, and the knot reformed, bigger than ever, threatening to burst through him and lunge out towards her greedily. So that was it, she chose fucking Weasley, the man in a coma, possibly never waking up - and she chose that over him. What a joke. He growled, Hermione turned to him and looked down into his silvery depths, what he saw in her gaze wasn’t rejection however, it was..  hunger.