"For a few hours I didn't even know if you died on that sodding street. Do you know how that felt, Granger? Do you have any idea at all?" I growl. My hands flex at my sides, itching to either shove her away or pull her close. To press my point. To show her how upset I am. "How was I ever supposed to forgive myself if you died? I was just trying to make it up to you for risking your life for me. So don't you dare - don't you dare - use that of all things to punish me. Or should I rather say to fucking fool yourself?"