"Fine, I’ll do it." Hermione glared defiantly at him, pointing to each one as she said it aloud, not even having to look to find each slur, knowing their precise locations by heart. "Mudblood. Whore. Mudblood. Mudblood." Hermione’s jaw felt like it was ratcheting tighter and tighter with each word that she ground out, and Draco flinched like she had struck him. She stared at him, eyes hard.