Truthfully, Hermione wasn’t sure of that herself. She wasn’t entirely sure of anything anymore. Looking back on her recent actions, she had to agree with Draco that it did seem more like something a Slytherin would do. The thought brought a twinge of discomfort, but she chose to ignore it. She had always liked to think that being a Gryffindor didn’t completely define her. The sorting hat had originally debated between placing her in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, claiming that she had the characteristics for both. Who was to say she didn’t have a bit of Slytherin in her as well. And she supposed it was inevitable when one was surrounded by nothing but Slytherins on a daily basis.