She huffed. "Yeah, well. That was never the impression. But then I met an evil wizard who saw me. He made me realize what it really meant to be wanted, special. He would make the time to listen to anything I had to say, even when he already knew all about it. But then you had to show up and save me." Hermione turned around and in two steps she was standing in front of him. She grabbed his face firmly and looked at him straight in his blown out pupils. Yes, he was looking at her. But he couldn’t see her. His darkness was wrong, and his warmth was searing. 