Chapter 2: When Angry, Count to Ten
He could kill her for coming here.
Hermione's eyes flew open; disoriented only a moment "Professor?"
"Shut up!" A myriad of emotions possessed him but he chose to embrace the familiar: anger. "Get out!"
"Please, I have nowhere to go!"
With her pale face and bitten lip, she looked so vulnerable; so exposed, so naked; it was indecent to look.
"That's not my concern."
She sat defiantly, vulnerability gone.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of." Grabbing her frizzy hair, twisting her head up; black eyes met brown. "I am a bad man, I have done things-"
"Killed Dumbledore?"
