Crabbe and Goyle Sr. She remembers how Malfoy said they hated him, and winces, knowing in her bones what is coming. Malfoy lifts his chin, look every inch an arrogant, entitled tosser. "What the fuck do you two idiots want? Looking for a nice quiet room in which to get off with each other? "Fraid this one's taken." Hermione wants to cover her eyes at that, when she sees the rage transforming the two men's faces, contorting their expressions. One of them closes his hands meaningfully into fists, and his knuckles crack ominously. They haven't seen her yet; Malfoy commands all their attention, and Hermione stays very, very still and silent.