"Whatever game you're playing, stop." His words were low, ominous. To be quite honest about it, the way he spoke to her was a shock, though she didn't let it show in her face. Ever since the night of the Yule Ball, when he'd first called her pretty, he'd always spoken to her with some measure of warmth, something secret in his voice just for her. Even when he was being hateful and spiteful and a downright prick to everyone around her, his voice was always just a touch different with Hermione. Not so, now. You would think they'd never been together, with the way he spoke, and it broke her heart just that little bit more.