"All right. It’s true. I will be disadvantaged, but you know I can duel with my off-hand, Hermione. I can hold my own. I will hold my own, and I will not have you die because you took your eyes off the bloody Death Eater aiming his wand at you in order to check on me." His eyes were hard and desperate. "I won’t have you getting hurt or killed because of me, and if you can’t agree to let me look after myself, I will tell Potter and have him bloody lock you in the cellar if need be, to keep you safe."