It seemed Malfoy wanted to ask more, but he held himself in check. He didn’t even know why he was talking to her. He wouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But she was the first person who had looked him in the eye and talked to him like he was a person. She didn’t look at him like he was a Death Eater. She didn’t look at him as if he was Lucius Malfoy’s son. She didn’t even look at him like he was some deranged murderer. Just a person. May be someone she had known for a long time. It felt oddly pleasant to be able to talk to someone like that.