"Don't make excuses for her, Hermione!" he hissed. "What is wrong with you? Do you want me to marry her, a woman twice my age who's already married to a man who had her rape me in front of him so he could watch? A woman who tore the skin off my back peice by peice and tried to turn me into an empty shell?"
He stood breathing heavily, noticing that Draco had gone, if possible, even paler. Well, he had wanted to stay.