"Don't look at me like that and try to deny it. You're taking them. " He seemed to be more and more unstable with each passing second. "I don't know how but you are. That's the only explanation." He slumped on the floor, his head in his hands and ten let out a breathy laugh. Now Hermione knew exactly what this was. She looked down at him, at how pathetic he got and shook her head. She heard him murmur over and over again "It's your fault, it's your fault..."Listen to me, Harry Potter, and listen to me good." She kneeled before him and took his jaw in her hand harshly making him wince but look at her as if he was paralyzed. "Never have I taken your memories from you and if you are losing time, getting bat-shit crazy on me, I suggest you to look closer around yourself and question yourself well." "Now get up and walk away like a man and not a scared little boy because this is not how it'll end." Ending him now would be too easy and she liked to throw herself a challenge.Hermione dropped her hand and he pressed his back against the wall, shuddering but still staring at her. When she motion him to go, he quickly got up on his shaky legs and hurried away, his hand messing with his hair. She sneered at his back, certain he could feel her glare at him. Hermione rolled her shoulders back and composed herself, remembering her task at hand and cursing Potter for getting her distracted. She moved to run again but stopped in her track suddenly. Hermione gasped deeply, her hand moving to cover her heart. She felt alone again. Like the slight pull she had was gone, taken without her permission.