Draco’s face still held remnants of the cold façade he had put up for McGonagall and it made Hermione shiver. "I don’t like them, Hermione. Any of them. I understand that I have...made mistakes, but by Merlin I have paid for those mistakes." His eyes went to his right arm automatically, mouth grim. "And still the Order wants to make me pay more, and more. I’m not going to play the grovelling, grateful prisoner. Not even if it would make things easier on me. I will behave, I will do nothing wrong, but I’m not going to grovel, damnit."