"We had to," he said, bending to kiss her cold, purple, blood-tinged lips. "I know you think we deserved it partly, because we killed Weasley. But we had to get out, all right? Do you understand me, Hermione?! We had to," he said, thrusting inside her harder and harder, trying to ignore the revulsion, the way his mind and body screamed for him to stop, the way his skin crawled with disgust. 