“So,” Draco took another swallow of coffee, “do we fight or get out?”
Hermione lowered the half of the croissant she’d been raising to her mouth and said, her voice level, “ I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, now you bring on the manners,” Draco muttered before leaning back and raking his eyes over the witch as insolently as he could. “You surely didn’t think I married you for your looks, Granger, or your winning personality?”
“It has occurred to me you might have simply lost your mind,” she snapped.