"She is the only person who ever managed to best me consistently at Hogwarts, My Lord," Malfoy said as though the words were being torn out of him, and Hermione risked a glance up – he looked furious and sullen and terrified at once, but everything filtered through an overlay of abject respect for his master. "She was the mudblood bitch who made me look bad. And now – now I want her to be mine, so I can put her in her place." He grates it out full of hate and loathing, and his shaking hand clasps in her hair, he looks down at her with an odd, possessive little sneer, and Hermione has to suppress a trickle of fear.