She stopped talking altogether, like a dam suddenly closing its watergates. She looked furious, and Draco felt pinned to his seat. He didn't dare to answer her or argue about it. He swallowed, nodded once and started to eat again, ignoring the slight tremors of his hands. The air around them was heavy and Draco could feel Hermione's magical aura, cackling like inflammable sparks. He was worried it would snap at any moment.  