Hermione shrugged. She met Fleur's gaze in the mirror before placing the hairbrush down and swinging around to face her. "Well," She said as she crossed the room and sat next to Fleur," You're kind. You're caring. You certainly know how to smarm people you don't like. You're part Dothraki so you command your mother's blood-riders just because you're her daughter. Besides, you ride on a dragon for fun. Anybody who went against you would have a death wish."