She took a breath. Malfoy was staring at her like she’d punched him again. "I'm doing all of those things because whatever bond there is between us wants me to keep you safe, it’s not all one way, Malfoy. In return, you ignore me for a week, weep at my bedside, and then try to leave when I find a damn explanation, just when we were finding some sort of balance." Hermione ignored that small voice reminding her that she had no right to talk to him like this, that she was his Mate and she should please him. 