Hermione hated the horrible man. Never once had they ever been in the same room together when he didn't find it necessary to insult her in some manner. She never could understand what it was about her that he found so loathsome. Unless it was simply his suspected Malfoy blood peeking through and he had no use for Mudbloods. But, even that was a flimsy excuse for his hatred. Hadn't she just spent many pleasurable hours in the company of his possible nephew? When she was wrapped in a towel and climbing out of the water, Aubin pointed to the bruises on her neck.