"You know, my parents were never entirely comfortable with me being a witch," Hermione said, quietly at last, breaking the heavy silence. Her eyes darted up to him as she spoke, and then back down to her bottle, nails still working at the label, peeling it away one ragged millimetre at a time. Draco's brow furrowed with bewilderment at Hermione's choice of topic, but he waited for her to continue.