"Don’t fucking call me that!" His voice is razor-sharp, so dangerous that Hermione flinches from upstairs. "Don’t try to stand there, acting like you ever cared about me. You set yourself up like some kind of saviour, sparing poor misguided Draco Malfoy from Azkaban so you could use my house arrest as an opportunity to come around, plying me with false sympathy until you could get your hands on my family’s archives. You were so desperate for it, you were willing to fuck me, and I was young and stupid enough to mistake it for love. I am jaded now. Your lies will have to be much better."