"Do you want me to heal this?" She asked, gesturing to the split in his eyebrow. He huffed. "We already know you’re going to fix it anyway, so why offer?" Draco began, clearly with intent to provoke another argument. It was a sport for him. An enjoyable pastime of pissing people off, because if he was miserable, he’d be damned if everyone else wasn’t miserable too. Truly, if self-sabotage was an Olympic sport, Draco Malfoy would be laden with gold metals. It was also a game that Hermione would  gladly  play. 