"After everything," she dove right in. "After everything...Bellatrix, Dumbledore, all of it...I was just so...so angry, Draco. I just needed to scream. But I couldn't do that. I was Hermione Granger. I was the Golden Girl-and let it be said, I loathe that moniker. I'd just fought in a war, and yet I was supposed to be the good ministry drone, dance at the galas, smile for the cameras, and let Rita bloody Skeeter peel my life apart for that fish wrapper they call a newspaper. It was simpler for me to take my anger elsewhere. So I left everyone, more or less, and haven't really looked back." 