The hate that dripped from each word stabbed at Hermione's fragile heart until she knew nothing but the pain that radiated from her core. She had to get away from here, and fast. If she didn't, she had no idea what would happen. Swallowing back her tears, she seethed, "Fuck you, Theo. You're not the only one who loved Blaise, and you have no right to speak to me like that! Insult me all that you wish, but don't you ever insult my daughter!" Grabbing hold of the front of his robes, she ensured that he could not get away from her as she spoke her next words. "If you want me to leave—fine! I'll go and you'll never be burdened by me again!" Whipping around, she was certain her mane of hair hit him in the face but she didn't stop to look.