Hermione almost dropped her glass when the masculine voice spoke just outside of her ear. Her mind had been hundreds of miles away to a village in Scotland. She hadn't even realized that one of the other poor souls in the rundown pub had gotten near her barstool. At first, she was tempted to tell him to bugger off, but stopped herself. Maybe a little flirting and a few suggestive looks in his direction might get her in the drunken state she desired.