Hermione’s eyes widened, her hands froze mid-shake at her side and her furiously working legs jolted to a halt. Feeling her heart plummet, Hermione bit her lip and slowly turned to see if what she’d glimpsed was true. She felt sick as her eyes slowly took in the tall, graceful form of – what was his name? Oh, yeah – Blaise Zabini, calmly loping down the aisle towards Madame Pince’s desk with none other than her book held loosely in his dangling hand.