When Harry told Hermione that two Death Eaters had been captured, he never identified who.
As she walks into Headquarters, all she can think is “this is why Harry wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw.”
A warning would’ve been nice.
Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott are strapped to their chairs in the center of the room, back to back. Whatever they were bickering about was cut short by Hermione’s arrival. Nott looks her up and down, slowly. He wears a smirk she’d recognize as Slytherin everywhere.
Nott let’s out a low whistle and says, “Damn, Granger. War looks good on you. I like this interrogation tactic. I respond best to gorgeous, frighteningly powerful women.” He winks.
Hermione is still frozen. She wants to laugh, only Theo could joke at a time like this.
Draco, who had been gaping at Hermione, throws his head back, smashing into the back Theo’s skull.
Draco looks to Hermione and says, “Granger, grant me this small mercy and kill Theo first. I’d like a moment of peace before death.”