Neville was pissed. He wasn't sure if it was because she'd managed to find him or because she was able to get in when he wanted her out, but he was mad, mostly at himself.
He watched her sit on his bed and knew she wanted him to do the same but he didn't, he just stood where he was with his arms crossed.
"I don't want to talk to you Hermione. I thought you were the brain around here, you should have been able to figure that out from the notes."