Hermione heard her own voice shake. She felt a mixture of fear and confusion come over her.
She watched as Severus casually folded the Daily Prophet back up neatly and set it in front of him. "No boggarts scared you last night," he repeated in a deadly voice.
Though his voice was casual, his eyes shone with anger. He was infuriated, but she didn't understand.
"What?" she asked.
"Damn it, Hermione! Don't act stupid!" He slapped his fist down on the table in anger making their coffe cups rattle.
"Severus, I have no idea why you'd mention a boggart," she tried to explain calmly.
"Your nightmare."