"You manipulative, deceiving, evil, horrible, git!" She punctuated each insult with a cannon flung at his head and Draco stood up, rounding the table, and she backed away from him, red with anger and holding up a handful of cannons threateningly. As if tiny Muggle plastic things could somehow terrify him and ward him off. It was rather cute, actually. Hermione was always strangely appealing when she was furious – in a frightening, blotchy kind of way. Draco advanced on her, hands held up in a gesture of peace – and as a shield against flying game pieces.