[Recently, he'd taken to all he could not to make her cry. And if she did he'd mustered up some ability to comfort her. But today even at the sight of her tears the anger still roared in him. Because, really, it felt like if anyone should be hurt here it was him.]

That's right. Cause you're not saying anything. What else am I supposed to think, Hermione? [He shot back, the same harshness to his tone. He knew he shouldn't, but he gave a snort.] I'm stronger than I was three years ago. I could if I wanted to. [But did he really want to? He missed his family, but really the only place he felt any good at was here at camp. And he had half-siblings... But he really didn't think he wanted to look at her if this was going to be how it was. If his gut was right.]