"Do you want your bloody food, Malfoy, or not?" she half-snarled, still caught up in the emotions her memories evoked in her. Malfoy flinched and then tried to recover himself, adjusting his coat around him with his one hand and running his fingers though his lank hair in an attempt at unruffled dignity. He gave it up after a moment, as Hermione stared at him and fumed quietly.