His eyes never left hers even as neither of them spoke. Hermione was determined that she wouldn't say the first word. All of those years she had it jumbled up in her mind that her relationship with Antonin was the abusive one in her life. It wasn't. Rodolphus could be very subtle when it suited his purposes to be so, but he never shied away from making his anger clear or proving his control of her was absolute. She looked forward to the day she could get rid of the last spell in her mind and kill the bastard. Maybe then she could finally get on with her life.