But then that was him, wasn't it? The other side of Draco; that Malfoy pureblood arrogance and coldness that Hermione had seen too much of lately. The determination to do what he thought needed to be done, no matter how unpleasant he found doing it. She shuddered and felt suddenly icy cold and like she wanted to vomit in her lap, and then George elbowed her. "Give "s a bloody hand, Hermione! I'm dying here!"