Hermione’s ears burned. He’d replaced all insults and stabs at her person with two little words: little cub. The stab was irrational. It was devoid of insult to her person, just a jab at her house, but Hermione was nothing if not a Gryffindor brimming with pride to the teeth. She bared them at him for a moment before catching herself, noting the slight twitch of amusement from Malfoy. 