And Hermione's anger was two-pronged. On the one hand, she'd surprised Harry by Apparating to his side at a most inopportune moment - just as he'd applied his pain relief potion to his scar. She watched him in secret, writhing around in abject agony, till his wrecked skin went numb. Then she just stepped from the bedroom into the alchemy cell and glowered at him with a furious look on her face, her emotions racing and jumbled to the point that even Harry, feeling each and every one since their Quintessential joining as if they were his own, felt dizzy at the barrage of them.