Time and Malfoy’s love had changed her—she was undoubtedly still beautiful—it was hard to take his eyes off her sometimes, even last night, when she’d been covered in blood. But there was an edge to that beauty—she held herself stiffly as if she knew he was staring and trying to deflect it through sheer force of will. There was a strange coldness to her that he had only detected in bits and pieces each fleeting time they had interacted up until now. She was regal; stunning in a way that made his heart ache. But there was resentment in the set of her full mouth and a tightness to her jaw and eyes that made him suspect that if she could trade her beauty for a normal life she would have done so in a second.