She hated him for being so stubborn. For playing the martyr. She hated him for saving bloody Pansy Parkinson. What good was Pansy to Hermione? She didn't want Pansy, she wanted Draco, and how dare he die for fucking Pansy Parkinson? How dare he. Damn him to hell! They hadn't even gotten a chance. Hadn't – hadn't even...it wasn't fair. It wasn't bloody fair and if he died then Hermione was going to murder Pansy. She was really, truly going to murder her.