Shaking her head, Hermione continue to spread cream cheese on her bagel. "A boggart has nothing to do with my nightmare," she stated.
"Granger, I know it's a boggart."
Her eyes snapped up when he called her by her maiden name. She saw only anger in his gaze and his voice leaked poison. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" she asked, setting down her bagel.
"A damn boggart is haunting you! I was fucking worried over a boggart!"
"It's not a boggart, damn it!" she shouted frustrated. Realization dawning on her. Why was he so positive he knew in the first place?