She hates the ease he walks around the world as if the repercussions of his actions are of no true consequence to him because his stance in the world is inherently selfish. She hates that he was able to turn so efficiently towards their side and that the Order had welcomed him so generously. Hermione would have killed him if it had been up to her when Shacklebolt made her, Ron, and Harry privy to it. She hates him enough to have imagined doing so for the first few months she was forced to be in his presence whenever he’d walk into Grimmauld Place between Moody and Harry. She hates that Harry allowed it a lot easier than she did because that meant she held grudges—her anger was a liability. It meant she had a weakness and anger was no proper fuel when it came to war. Anger burned out eventually, even when it flared so deeply within her chest.