Hermione knew wounded pride when she saw it. She had been friends with boys for too long, to not understand how affronted they were when they couldn’t do something well. Was it only two years ago that Ron bore the same look on his face as Griffindor lost the Quidditch match? However this was no lost game to Malfoy. It was magic, something he had always been so good at. Except now, it burst out with every emotion he felt. This was exactly the kind of thing Hogwarts taught their students to manage. Now Malfoy’s entire education, all his learning had gone awry. Of course he looked ready to kill someone.