"Come to interrogate the prisoner, perhaps?" Draco asked, his face cold and blank, his eyes hard and voice toneless. Hermione winced again, hugging herself and trying to catch Draco’s eye, making a face that was supposed to mean be polite, it’s okay. She realised Draco couldn’t help feeling defensive, but acting like the arrogant bastard he used to be wasn’t going to endear himself to anyone. Draco’s shoulders were stiff and his sharp chin up, jaw clenched as he stared at the Professor.