Hermione watched the boy with her back to her, unable to see his expression. But something in his gestures, in the midst of her daze, puzzled her. He didn’t seem to be shouting as if he had just won the Quidditch Cup. He wasn’t almost jumping on his broom in sheer joy. He hadn’t turned around to give her an openly evil and satisfied expression. He was merely shaking his fist, almost listlessly.