Hermione jabbed her index finger at his sternum, intent on pushing him the way he always, always pushed her. She wanted him to scream, to cry, to break the way she'd been trying not to do over the past year undercover. Not that he would ever know how doubly hard his lifestyle was for her. She didn't choose it, not really, and she definitely would not have stayed in it after she'd fought for her life if it wasn't for the fact that other people were counting on her.