"Well everyone else despises him, you included, except for maybe Mrs Weasley. I’m not going to hate him too, just because you want me to." The chausses fit Hermione well, and were easier to put on than the bracers, but they still felt strange and unwieldy as she slid them up over her legs. Harry hummed thoughtfully and Hermione frowned up at him, fingers pausing in their work. "Just give him a chance, Harry. I don’t expect you to like him, but you can at least be civil, instead of either treating him like dirt or pretending he doesn’t exist."