He led her directly to the salon. His shoulders were in a tight line but Hermione didn’t care if he was still annoyed. He might take it out on her later, but retribution was always a given in some form or another where Draco and his wants were involved. She had dealt with it countless times before and would deal with it countless more. If she didn’t fight for these tiny victories, he would never even think of giving her back her rights—no matter how small or inconsequential they might seem. She almost felt giddy with the prospect of what she might ask for—no, demand next.