Seselt
Chapter 4: Bevel
“I hate her.” Hermione breathed slowly. “I thought that once she was dead the hate would go away.” She blinked. The electric light was starkly reassuring she was not in Malfoy Manor.
“It doesn't.” He sat down beside her, rubbing his hands on his shirt. Filthy. Disgusting. Tempting. “It's like a disease. It runs its own course regardless of the vector.”