He blew out a half-laugh. "I was. I am. I don't know if I'll ever not be angry to some degree. You fucked up, Hermione. You hurt me. I can't forget what happened or what you did, but I'm... understanding, a little. Call me an idiot, call me a sucker or a glutton for punishment but Merlin help me, I can't deny this." He took a deep breath, knowing that his wants, his feelings, needed to be reciprocated, that she needed to feel something in return for any of this to go further. "It's been... a long time, I know. And if you can tell me that you don't... feel something for me, if you haven't -"