Then he fixed his mood back to where he needed it. Flicked that little switch in his mind to Royally Pissed Off. It wasn't hard. He just flirted with some of the revelations he and Narcissa had been discussing over the last few days, the confirmation of a side of Hermione that Harry had only ever cautiously hoped for, but that now seemed he had been right about all along. He wanted to be thrilled at it, to cry out in his euphoria ... but he was so angry that he hadn't been told about it right away, by the people he was certain would have known about it, that he had to check himself. They had known, and risked her by allowing her to suffer ... they had almost cost Harry his White Queen.