Hermione had been called a Mudblood so many times since she was twelve years old that the word had no meaning any longer. Especially as a member of the Inner Circle of the Death Eaters where she was constantly being forced to prove herself worthy of being magical, she heard the term muttered behind her back and even slung in her face. Of course, once she married Antonin there was a noticeable lessening of the verbal attacks where either of the Dolohovs could hear them. Except she hadn't heard Draco call her that word since they were in school together. After so many intimate moments shared over the last year, it felt like a slap in the face. Maybe it was the setting, but it felt like they were back in school all over again. The hot tears filled her eyes even as she swore to herself she would not allow them to roll down her cheeks. She refused to let the manipulative arsehole see how he affected her again.