"Really, no one’s volunteered, no one dares to stand up to me? Bloody hell, what a bunch of no-goods..." sneered Draco, with a biting half-smirk. He looked down at his fingernails on his right hand smugly. Hermione was tempted to bash his head in with one of the lamps. "Anyway, I can’t blame them. But why did you volunteer, then?" he added, incredulously, looking at her again.