Draco began to look interested.  She handed over the research she’d done and he skimmed it quickly, his eyes widening at one point.  He began to laugh when he reached the end and she could feel herself shrivel into the beautiful, antique chair.  It had been a long shot and now that he was opening his mouth to tell her hell would freeze first, she wished she hadn’t taken it. Dying would be bad.  Dying with the knowledge Draco Malfoy would be able to gloat about it was worse.  Watching him gloat worse still.