"You do. And you don’t get to tell me you don’t think I should feel a certain way because you believe you don’t deserve it," she mimicked that last part in a bad exaggeration of Draco, and a corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile for a brief second. "I can feel however the hell I want about you, and I don’t need you telling me that you don’t serve it. You saved my life last night, more than once! You and Ron actually worked together! You’re the one who figured out where the diadem was and how to get it in the first place!" Hermione glared at him, half-angry now.