"He's just such a hypocrite," Draco snarls, jack-knifing up in Hermione's bed. She can feel the force of his rage all the way over from her desk; it makes the blood dance in her veins and spices the air with danger. "The Potters were damn near as pure as anyone in Hell, and then his father James Potter turned into a blood traitor and ran off with his Mudblood whore... now Potter likes to prance around the Mudblood world, pretending he isn't a bloody half-blood, like the treacherous little do-gooder he is." He rakes his hand viciously through his hair, silver eyes glowing.