"I mean there’s just been too much.  We have bickered before, sure.  But for the better part of a fucking year now you’ve been red in the face and abusive any time I’ve spoken to you.  You may have come to see me when I was in hospital, but it hasn’t been you at my side through my recovery after what Professor Quirrell did.  You’ve trespassed and been abusive, at least verbally, and physically the night you hid in my goddamn basement, and now you come here presuming that you can dictate what my soulbind can or can’t call me."  Hermione sighed. 