"Question Granger."  Shite . Malfoy was not seeking permission to ask a question, but rather making a statement that a question was coming. It seemed that retreating was not an option after all. With a small deep breath, she turned to face two hostile men seated at her kitchen table. He did not wait for a response or acknowledgment before proceeding. "How would you treat a blind patient in denial?" Hermione winced at the low, ominous tone seeping out of him. The man never turned to look at her as he spoke, maintaining direct eye contact with Harry. She was certain this was a carefully laid trap, that would somehow end up incriminating Harry, yet she was inclined to answer the demand in his voice anyways. 