He glared at her for about 5 seconds before he joined her, ordering a scotch from the approaching waiter. Hermione watched him from across the table and crossed her legs as discreetly as possible - he had gotten taller since school, his shoulders broader and his hair longer. He’s always been handsome, but school and academic rivalries never encouraged either of them to make nice. Hermione had known for a while now that he was her only remaining competitor, that he’d taken over the Marvolo gang when his grandfather had "passed". She’d snorted when she’d heard that.