It stung. Hermione wanted to explain that no, fleeing wouldn’t have been enough—that she had fled time and time again, but now she finally had the power to fight, and hurt. Draco had spent years building up his following, throwing bribes and threats around with all the arrogance in the world. He had crafted his own court, had built up his own significance and wealth and power just so he could continue to get away with whatever he wanted. And he had expected her to happily sit on her throne like this was what she had wanted, too.