"Our dear Hermione has been talking, I see." Several brows at the table furrowed and Draco fought the urge to scowl. She's not your anything, you bloody bitch. He refrained from speaking the words out loud, as his goal here was to keep things cordial for as long as possible, to keep them occupied for as long as possible, so that Weasley had time to deactivate the wards over the Chamber.