Hermione shook her head. How could Harry do this to her? He was her friend. She understood he was angry and unhappy, but to be an arse like this was just beyond the pale. He might only be mouthing off and not really mean it, but it still wasn’t okay. And he might really do it. All he needed to do was open the cellar door, stick his head out, and yell it. Everyone would hear, and Hermione’s foreseeable future would be a living hell of concerned talks and sideways glances. Hermione glared at Harry.