She dug through her coat pocket for the pack of cigarettes she kept in there and proffered him one, which he took without so much as a grateful nod. Entitled bastard, she thought. "Need a light?" This time, he did nod, and then turned to face her, lowering the bud in between his lips to her match. She lit his first and then her own. Blowing out a puff of smoke, Hermione said, "I have some thoughts."