Hermione glanced over and caught him staring languidly at her over the top of his playing cards. His other arm draped over the back of his seat and his legs sprawled out into the aisle beside him, too long to be crammed under the table. His eyes flickered down again when she stared quizzically in his direction, that same feeling of prickliness assaulting her body although slightly less intoxicating second time around.