"Think, Theo.  Granger. Malfoy  . We have always hated each other." Oh, the lie, how sour it tasted on his tongue. He didn’t,  couldn’t  hate her, but neither could he say the feeling was mutual. Draco knew she could never see him as anything other than what he had been.  Bully. Blood Purist. Death Eater. Drunken shithead.