He threw his fork down on his plate hard enough that it bounced back up, spilling eggs across the linen tablecloth. His cheeks were flushed and he appeared on the verge of an explosion. Too late Hermione thought she should've been a little less forthright with her question. A tiny amount of fear that was always present when she was in the man's presence grew stronger. Would he lash out and hurt her? It wouldn't be the first time he'd done so in his anger.