She pouted when she saw the lack of text messages and calls but it would have been weird if she did have any notifications. Hermione stuck the phone in the back pocket of her shorts and carefully gripped her bookshelf to get closer to the front door. Who would be here at 11:07 PM? Hermione had finally reached the door and looked out the peephole to see an agitated Lucius Malfoy, raising his fist to knock again. She had seen him off and on since the trials where she vouched for his family, but his personality seemed to do a 180 degree turn around. Hermione tried to quickly unbolt the door, but she only ended up re-locking some of the locks, before she was able to successfully throw it open before his fist could hit the door again.