She hated that her words were tinged with a suspicion of jealousy. It wasn't as if Hermione felt any claim at all to the younger Lestrange brother. On the contrary, she would've gladly seen the back of him for the last time without shedding a single tear. Maybe it was the hatred she felt for the idiot assistant. Hermione didn't like thinking about how easily she was replaced. She knew that given the chance, Rabastan wouldn't mind throwing her out of his department completely. He never had forgiven her for being appointed Co-Head. But, the man knew how to play the game. At her question, he set his muffin down on the top of his desk and roared with amused laughter.