She looks to him, raising an eyebrow in a silent "yes?’ It could be the sleepy warmth of the fire, or the time past two, but Hermione finds her guard harder to raise. Nott has a puppy-dog look about him, with sincere eyes and dark floppy hair. He looks particularly earnest next to his compatriots, who’d both be in Azkaban if looks could kill. And she knows when they’re looking, because their gazes send a shiver down her back.