"Malfoy," the sound of his name from Granger’s lips snapped him out of his thoughts as the very muse he was thinking of appeared in his view. He started, realizing he had been staring off into space. More specifically, directly at where Hermione had been sitting with her friends. Standing before him now, she was alone. She looked well put together and perfectly peachy, her arms folded across her chest and toe tapping in annoyance. "You’ve been staring. Again."