¡°Oh, Ron, please let's move, they're going to do it!¡± Hermione breathed.
They left the room, both smirking in a satisfied sort of way.
Harry was suddenly on his feet. Rage such as he had not felt since his last night in Privet Drive was coursing through him. He didn't care that Snape's face had gone rigid, the black eyes flashing dangerously.