"Oh, really?" hissed Hermione, whipping around to face him. Lily hadn't deserved her ire, but this boy certainly did. "It's just assumed that I'm in the wrong? I'm sorry she's crying, really, I am, but that's not anything I can fix. Now get your hands off of me before I blast them off. Don't you dare ever touch me again." She shook him off, her glare letting him know that she would gladly dismember him and sell the parts. "And don't think I've forgotten the water balloon that you and your cronies popped over my head! Are you children, is that what you are? It certainly seems like it, with such petty pranks and infantile possessiveness!"