"Well you’re just a fucking cowardly, child-murdering Death Eater. How do you like it?" And then she saw his face, his whole demeanour change, and she had thought he had been furious before, but this – this was hate. Real hate, and Hermione realised Draco had never truly hated her until right at this moment. She shrank back from him, eyes wide and frightened, and thought with sudden panic that perhaps she had gone too far, gone too fucking far, but it was too late. You couldn’t take back something like that.