Startled by the voice, Hermione spun around on her heel with her wand outstretched. Though she hadn't had cause to use her weapon for a long time, she wasn't naive and trusting enough to go out walking amongst the rebels without some form of protection. Even if it brought Antonin and every single other Death Eater down upon the village at once, she would not roll over without a fight. Seeing the pale blond hair in the moonlight, she lowered her wand arm and sighed.