"You’re mine, Hermione." He didn’t mean to say that out loud. It just slipped out while kissing along her jaw. It was hardly a mutter but her breathing hitched and he knew she had heard. He himself didn’t know what possessed him to say that, but it certainly wasn’t unfounded. He would never leave her alone once she was in his sights at school. He kept tabs on her relationships and even tried to interfere when Krum was getting too chummy with her. All this time, he claimed it was his duty as a Pureblood to keep the Mudbloods in check. Which he still stands by, but his concerns with her were bordering on obsession rather than enforcement. He was always trying to get rid of Harry because he loathed him, but maybe he also hated the way she loved him.