"Malfoy," Hermione blurted out, turning to look at him, swinging her thick brown hair around. The vehement anger in her gaze managed to silence the boy. "I don’t have time for any of this. I’d love to discuss with you my nefarious Quidditch skills, but, with your permission, I’d rather spend my time trying to improve them. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to use this Changing Room because I’m going to practise my position as a Seeker. And, while I’m at it, I’d prefer to do it without your maddening presence. I warn you, if you put any kind of impediment in my way, you’ll have to answer to Professor McGonagall."