He stomped further down the drive, his hand instinctively flying toward his waistband. Draco stopped abruptly, spinning to glare at Hermione. "Penny," he said between gritted teeth. "Give my bloody gun," and when she hesitated, eyes flickering to the weapon in her waistband, he turned back around and pulled a blade from his sock. "Fuck it," he swore, "Fuck it all."