"Because the fifth year was my reckoning, Hermione." He stepped closer, letting his height intimidate her, "I was finally making my father proud, and it was not anything like I thought it would be. There was a lot more shame and  pain  than I had imagined. And I watched you stand up to that toad and build your own little army. I watched you fight for what you knew was right and put your life on the line for it. I watched your hair crackle with magic as you did better than me in every fucking class, and I watched as you dealt with Potter being an extra whiny brat all year, and I realised that this girl that I had been told was beneath me, worthless, less than scum was everything I wanted." He was breathing heavily, eyes nearly black, furious with the world.