"It’s—er, it’s fine, Granger. No worries," he’d said quietly, eyes darting around like he was afraid someone would level accusations his way. A hand in his pocket one moment, only to pull a few golden galleons out and hand them to her. "I didn’t see you down there." A small smirk at the dig at her stature, and then disappeared before she could refuse the money to replace the drinks. The whole interaction couldn’t have lasted longer than thirty seconds, but Hermione couldn’t help but notice then that he was looking much better than during his and his family’s trials. 