Hermione felt another of those rushes of heat flow into her chest and her face coloured again. She was truly angry at Harry at that moment. He was making her feel so special and vaunted, but he wasn't around to ask what the hell he was playing at, or why he was making her feel so giddy and girlish without even being there. Enola grinned knowingly at her, but said nothing and simply rocked her baby as Hermione watched.