"You’re not a mudblood, Hermione. You’re the finest bloody witch that I know, and I’ve always thought so, much as it used to pain me to admit it even to myself. You’re determined and talented and clever, and fucking annoying as hell. And to be brutally honest with myself, if you weren’t here now I don’t know what I’d do. Commit ritual suicide, maybe." He laughed, short and choked. "Merlin. I’m sorry. For all of it. You’re not a mudblood. I’m so sorry, Hermione."