"See! Look at you; all bull-headed, pathetic arrogance – not that you have any reason to be. You're just clinging to the shreds of your bloody misplaced pride, because you can't bring yourself to believe Hermione could still give a fig about you, and you're afraid. Afraid of rejection now, and of getting hurt later, when we win this war. But you can't see the trees for the forest. You're so focused on the future, you refuse to acknowledge all the hurt you're causing now." She sighed exasperatedly, pushing her hair back – faded now to more of a mousy brown than red – and arching her back with a small grunt.