Hermione scrutinized him. She wasn’t quite sure what it was about Draco Malfoy. So devoutly sure in who he was, his actions. He was blunt, self-preserving. She knew there was more, he’d  shown that there was more. But the closer they grew, the harder his exterior seemed to become. He guarded his emotions ferociously, allowing them to slip through when culpability was nonexistent, when it meant getting what he wanted.  