Hermione could practically hear the desperation dripping from her voice. But, now was not the time to think about how nasty it was that someone could lust after the greasy ferret— she needed to hide! There was no other hallway to dash down, not even a suit of armor to crouch behind, and the Slytherin group was fast approaching. She made the quick decision to duck into a small, dark alcove to her left and press her back against the rough stone wall, attempting to make herself as flat as possible. She whispered a Notice-Me-Not spell under her breath. Though, due to her haste, she could already tell it was not her best work.