She didn’t know how she even felt about him. A part of her hated him, for who he was, for what he did, and just for the sole fact that Hermione was stuck with him for a year, she hated him for having to kill. But another part of her started to feel a little soft and she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. Hermione started to notice the difference between the times when he was actually mad and when he was just trying to look scary when he was hurt by something and built a wall between him and the rest of the world or the look in his eyes when he teased her.