"Spare me your useless apologies," she said, putting the cigarette out on the back of his hand. He gave a loud cry. "You know," she said, approaching Draco and Hermione with the grace of a cat poised to play with its food before eating it, "this could have gone in a completely different direction. You could have joined us instead of looking down on us. You could have helped us get rid of Potter like Zabini proposed and secured a place by our side. But you chose the hard way."