Malfoy’s jaw seemed to work as he eyed his friend. "You don’t say." He aggressively cut off a piece of chicken, his knife making an unpleasant scraping sound against the plate. He chewed carefully, his gaze flickering to Hermione, scorching, searing, but also brief, practically dismissive. His gaze flicked back down to his plate. "Seems a funny choice for you, Granger."