Hermione looked back at Malfoy who smiled at her like a true gentleman. It took everything in her to not punch him in his hypocritical face or to yell something about her getting  mudblood  on him. Instead, she took a quick calming breath and linked her arm in his. She was met with the familiar tug of apparition and suddenly it made sense. He was no gentleman, he just wanted to appear like one; he wanted to throw her off, but she knew she couldn’t give in to that.  Surprise him.  She repeated it in her head.  Keep him guessing. Two could, and would, play at that game.