"Hermione, come on." Harry kicked a pinecone out of the path. "If anything, you saved his arse. He transformed into a Veela, attacked you, and claimed  you without consent. Imagine if the Prophet  had gotten their hands on  that  information. It would be a scandal if it happened to someone today, no matter who was involved. But the Malfoy heir and Hermione Granger? Right after the war, no less? I think he got off easy. Just a rumor that his blood-supremacist parents were—" Harry mocked a gasp. "Blood supremacists."