            Keenly aware of whose lap she was currently straddling, Hermione scrambled off him, landing awkwardly by his side. "Ron lives here. I just wasn’t expecting his girlfriend to be invited to live here so soon." She was fairly sure that Lavender hadn’t spent the night at Grimmauld before. The bedframe-destroying Olympics was certainly something she would have remembered. Idiots can’t even bother with a silencing charm, she thought darkly, before glancing sideways at Lucius. Well, weren’t about to do that.