Impassivity spread across his features, and where she would have rather seen a clenched jaw, a curled fist, or a downturned grimace, she saw nothing. At least if there was tension in his muscles, a glint in his eyes, or anything resembling the fury that Theo claimed Draco was riddled with, then Hermione would be able to gauge just how fucked she was. But there was nothing, not even a twitch of his lip, that clued her into the rage that awaited her.