"Maybe I don't want just the boy." Hermione stands up, turning to look at him. "I don't want just - whatever you want to pretend to be, or the person you might think you want me to have. I've seen your soul, Dorian, and I'm not running away. I'm not turning my back on you and wherever you go I'll go with you if you need me to." Her arms cross tight across her chest, unsure; no matter how many strides she makes she continues to ruin the friendship between them, saying the wrong thing and bringing back that ice. "I told you. I love you, not what you might think I think you are."