"Fine, fine. I was a bastard to you, and now you despise me. Fair enough," Malfoy said shortly, all lines of tension under the perfectly-tailored drape of his teaching robe, shoulders stiffening and chin ducking – drawing in on himself visibly. As if he was shielding himself from the brunt of her words. "But if despising me is what you want to do, then please for the love of Merlin, stop blowing hot and bloody cold with me. I haven't the time, or the inclination, to deal with your mood swings."