Hannah's gaze shifted across Malfoy’s face, suddenly perceiving him as a stranger. It made her lip curl, curses building in the back of her throat, but above all she felt betrayed, something fragile between them shattering.<br/>She had to glance away, realising she had leaned over her desk with sheer anger. When she sat back her jaw worked, every muscle in her body tense and explosive, struck by the bitter irony of it all.<br/>“Promised you a job, then?” she asked, a restrained hurt shining through her anger when she looked back a him; disappointed by Malfoy, furious at Potter for holding that over him. “How generous.”