Hermione didn't respond to the insult Ginny threw. She liked to think that she was above stooping to name calling even if the prat deserved it. "I'm better now," she turned and smiled at the red head.
Her gaze turned to the curtains, which were still swaying slightly. "Same old story. Boy sees girl. Boy asks girl out. Boy wants to snog girl until she's weak in the knees." She shook her head. "Though I sincerely doubt he'd be able to make me swoon without the use of a potion."
As she stood there, Hermione realized just how small the space really was. It was amazing that Ginny had been able to fit behind it with both her and Cormac present. "Though I suppose that by hiding here I might have put myself at a bit of a disadvantage." A small smile played at the corners of her lips. "Or advantage depending upon the company."