Ron was seething. With Hermione just arriving, it added insult to previous injury as far as Ron was concerned. He remembered that dungeon all too well, and the occupants inside and upstairs. And the noises of her screaming. It spurred him to action.
In one step he was closer to the table, and with a free hand, the newspaper was shoved down and crumpled to the surface. Ron leaned into Draco's face, he wand raised and pointed at him.
"I don't find that joke amusing at all, Malfoy. In fact, I am finding this conversation is getting to me, more than I care to admit. Come on, ladies, I think I need to get out of here, before I pop this bloke in the nose, AGAIN."
His face was close to Malfoy's and he paused for a moment, letting his physical being slightly intimidate the seated man.