"I – I –" Harry stuttered, his back pressed against the side of the stairs as Hermione levelled the full force of her glare on him. Hermione realised slowly that Harry hadn’t even thought about Malfoy’s living conditions. He’d been down there, seen the cellar, and obviously hadn’t thought anything of it. Hermione felt a strange pang of disappointment in him, and then another in Remus, who certainly should have though of it, being the adult in the situation.