In the middle of her explanation, Hermione stopped. She couldn't believe they were actually having the discussion they were. Did Antonin truly believe that she was in some sort of sordid relationship with Rodolphus? Maybe she was in the past, but that was before she knew about what he'd done to her mind. Frustration unlike any she'd experienced in a long time washed over her in heavy waves. Why did everything fall apart just when things started looking up for her? Would she ever find even the tiniest bit of happiness to cling to and call her own?