Somehow he managed to ignore every single question Hermione asked the entire next day after the visit. And she asked a lot. Either he had the patience of a saint or he enjoyed torturing her. She was more inclined to believe the latter. Each time she would ask a question he wouldn't answer, an infuriating smirk would creep up on his face. The expression helped soften his too-serious visage, but she still hated it. Besides, what did it matter that she found the almost-smile handsome? It was a ridiculous thought, one she needed to stop.