Hermione folded her arms and glared at him. Was it the lingering remnants of his bigotry that made his brows scrunch together and his lips form a sneer? Or just suspicion towards something he was unfamiliar with? Their interactions were still unsettled and uneasy despite the not inconsiderable amount of time they had spent together over the past week, and Hermione didn’t like it. She liked to know where she stood with a person, and now that she had made Draco Malfoy her Project with a capital P, she would like to know what he really thought of her.