"Oh sure, Hermione. Your whole goal in life is to suck off a Death Eater, is that it?" He snarled, leaping to his feet. "Like fuck. Here you are, literally tethered to me, unable to get away, and I can’t even act like a decent enough person. No, I leave you sleeping in a bed yards away while I toss myself off thinking of you upstairs from where my aunt carved into your body. I spent our childhood demeaning you, your family, and your heritage and now what? Once I had gotten over being a revolting little shit, I could see you properly for the first time. You are fucking divine. You need to get away from me before I consume you." 