"No." Hermione frowned. "Maybe? I mean, how can I know what I truly felt for him when I was most likely manipulated by his glamour and influence for months? If it wasn’t meant to be manipulative, then I just don’t understand why he didn’t tell me. I like to think I would’ve understood." She looked over to Harry, his lips pressed together, considering her words. "But he took the choice from me. He knew it for  months  and never said anything. He manifested as a Veela that week after the final battle," she said. "You asked earlier about why he’s a dark Veela? It’s because when Voldemort died, the power in his Mark was ripped violently out of his Death Eaters’ arms along with his remaining powers and magics grounding him in this world—"