"I threatened to kill you earlier, in case you missed that. I specifically said I had planned to kill you up until you opened your pretty little mouth and made yourself fucking useful again." He scoffed and shook his head. His fingers dug into her thighs through the satin slip she wore, and Hermione was extremely aware of how close he was. How his hips had settled themselves between her knees. How his breath warmed the tip of her nose. "I don't understand why you would do something so selfless as volunteer to help me cope with my fucking time in France."