Beside her, Black had come up to whisper in her ear, "Terrible thing for a lady to witness," he said. His eyes slid up and down her figure with palpable want. "Though, perhaps you aren't a lady. I imagine one mustn't be to get along with Draco. He can be a bit rough around the edges despite his godly demeaner." Hermione shivered from his proximity and tried to back away from his touch. "I can be rough to," he taunted with wagging brows.