Taking a shuddering breath, Hermione came to her senses as anger flashed hot and violent though her body. Meeting her lover's intense stare, she seethed, "I just lost someone very dear to my heart, Loki. I need a moment to grieve—to process what has been done!" Then, eyes blowing wide, she took both of her hands and shoved Loki off and away from her. Standing as she watched him stumble to remain on his feet, Hermione whirled around and pointed her finger at him. "And while we're at it, I would like to inform you that you are not to lay hands on me! I may give you free reign over me in the bedroom, Loki, but outside of there; I am my own person. You will not touch me, unless I give you permission!"