"Because I was an arrogant, horrible bastard, and I know that. I just – Weasley looks at you like you belong to him, Hermione. Like he has the right to question your decisions, and to say when you’re making the wrong ones. To dictate whom you spend your time with. I just wanted to rub it in his face...that you’re not his." Draco’s eyes went to the ground, and then up to meet hers again, still half turned away from her as he admitted: