Hermione didn't expect him to look at her – he was too focused on the half-dead man before him – but she didn't expect him to completely lose control, either. It was as if a wild animal had been hibernating deep within him and it had finally been unleashed. The dark, dangerous glint in his eyes told her more than any curl of his lip or cut on his knuckle would. He was furious and suddenly unbeholden to his better judgement (as a matter of relatively speaking, of course). Next to her stood a man who, for the first real time since she'd met him, gave into his fiery temper.