"It’s war. And you’re reacting exactly the way the Dark – you-know-who – would want you to." She had been a little horrified at him for that, but Draco refused to sugar-coat things. Then Draco and Hermione had looked up across the room, dragged out of their staring match by the sound of Potter swearing. The Boy-Who-Lived had been white with anger, and trembling as though he was about to pitch a fit.