"Enlightening answer. You didn’t volunteer, you were forced, huh?" Hermione turned her face towards him sharply, shooting him a fiery glare. But her throat closed up and she was unable to deny it. Draco let out a snort through his nose that hid a chuckle, and clicked his tongue, "Bloody hell, that’s pathetic. So tomorrow I have to face you...? I should be paid for this," he shook his head, but then gave an evil grin before adding, "The match is at eleven, isn’t it? I guess just showing up at twelve will be enough... Do you think an hour’s head start will be — ?"