The smirk grew, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. Hermione mentally added it to her list of things about him that were Definitely Awful and Not at all Attractive. But still, he didn’t say anything. He merely continued to lean with one shoulder against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, regarding her out of those grey eyes (another feature that was on her Definitely Awful list). She felt a surge of anger, directed towards the blonde wizard in front of her. He had no right, absolutely none, to stare at her or smirk at her or... be so bloody tall. She wanted to punch that stupid dimple right off his face. Instead, and desperately fighting the urge to resort to physical violence, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"