She hit him.  That was one of the things he’d noticed about Hermione.  She hit when she was frustrated.  If she ever put power behind the blows, he’d be covered in bruises.  As it was, he just found it amusing he managed to rile her up past insults into violence.   Someday he’d have to ask Potter if she were like that with him and the impoverished weasel.  He suspected she was.  He folded The Daily Prophet over so he could look at the scores, which was tricky to do only using one hand.  He held it up to his eyes with a sigh and squinted at the cursive script.  He wished they wouldn’t print these in such small type or with such an annoying font.