"I’ve been trying to get you alone for a while now. Seems like I got lucky. Where are your two little bodyguards anyways?" He sneered, arching one eyebrow mockingly. "Although I doubt that ginger Weasel would be much help. Even you should’ve realised that some magic is simply... inferior." The implication of her magic being just as dirty as her blood wasn’t missed on her and Hermione briefly considered punching him again. But then he would return to his parents with a black eye and his father would start asking questions that might get her in trouble.