"Why wouldn't I be?" Hermione huffed. "Aside from the fact that she's goddess-level beautiful and sexy as fuck, she has this deep connection to you that I know very little about, nor share my own personal version of with you. I know you have your secrets, Harry, and that she's married to Neville ... but there's just this way that she looks at you, and the way you look back ... you clearly have an intimate past together ... and I don't like it. There, I said it ... I'm rabidly jealous of her. Are you happy?"