He made a quick plan. And like he always did, he didn't feel the need to let Hermione in on the details. He pointed his wand at her head and muttered an incantation that made her flinch. She didn't think he would hurt her, but she couldn't be sure. When she felt the hair on her head begin to grow longer at an alarming pace, she grabbed the ends to see he'd also adjusted the shade. Blonde had never been great for her coloring. She was about to ask what he was doing when he scooped her up like she weighed no more than a small child and threw her body over his shoulder. Her first instinct was to kick and scream and demand that he let her go. Augustus patted her arse in an overly familiar manner that would've gotten him a slap to the face or a kick to the bollocks if she'd been capable.