Hermione closed her eyes and sighed deeply. It wouldn't do to attack him in broad daylight even if her hand was resting on the wand holster on her hip. Instead, Hermione turned around and gave both Potter and Weasley a polite smile. Weasley then switched from ogling her arse to ogling her chest. Potter - always the politer one - merely nodded in greeting, determinedly looking at her face with his eyes wide. They were all saved from their awkward conversation when an older red head arrived.