"When...Well. He wouldn’t do anything. He wouldn’t speak for me, he wouldn’t stop them, and he wouldn’t..." Hermione didn’t want to say how she’d begged Malfoy to kill her. She forced a tiny smile to her lips. "And now he’s the one who needs my help – well, ours, but you know what I mean –" Harry nodded "– and I’m going to do what he didn’t. The right thing." Her smile turned vicious, she knew it did – it felt cold and tight on her face. "I hope it burns him."