"Wotcher, "Mione." Ron whispered as he sat sideways near her left hip, placing a hand on her shin. The contact, despite the blanket serving as a barrier, caused a particularly uncomfortable bolt of electricity to shoot up Hermione's spine. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut at the pain. Both Harry and Ron immediately moved away from her, eyes wide. "N-no. It's - it's okay. J-just some p-pain." The two exchanged a look before glancing, as one, towards the door. Hermione followed their eyes and saw something she had missed before: a small, curvy figure, lingering in the shadows.