Melinda felt her eyes sting and she sat heavily back in her chair, putting a hand over her mouth. She took a deep breath and looked at her closed book sitting on the table, her vision blurred with tears. She'd tried to hurt him, kicked a chair at him, done her best to make him hate her, and he'd smiled and said he wanted to go down with her. Stupid Hufflepuffs. Melinda, she was pretty sure, didn't deserve anyone like that.