"What the fuck are you doing here with them? Weasley scum and mudbloods? These are the people you left us for? Abandoned us for?" Blaise’s face was twisted with hurt and anger, and Hermione wondered if he was distracted enough for her to try going for her wand. Her heart felt like it had leapt into her throat, and it pounded hard and staccato as she edged a little to the left. Blaise’s wand moved to cover her instantly.