The venom in Draco's voice was weak, like the sigh he let loose as he responded, "Hilarious, Weasel. If she can stand your particular brand of stink I'll be more than fine." Ron laughed again, squeezing Hermione's arm before rising. "Whatever you say, ferret." He stepped away and Hermione turned to watch him over her shoulder as he approached Harry and Susan, who had headed for the door during the short exchange. The two heads of her best friends bent together while Susan walked on and Hermione's eyes narrowed as she continued to watch them.