"Well?" Hermione means to be sharp and harsh, defiant, but instead it comes out in a cracked whisper, and her cheeks blaze hot. Malfoy is staring at her. Staring with wide grey eyes as he stands jerkily at the table, his hands flexing at his sides, staring at her as though he cannot look away for all that he seems to want to hide his eyes, his cheeks staining just as red as hers feel.