She bitterly regretted the events of that night ever since he left her, alone and dumbfounded. As soon as he arrived to the castle, she had been quick to assume the worst. Now, she spent sleepless nights thinking how things could have been if she had been less stubborn, less prejudiced. Her blinding anger had made her believe that she knew everything about Malfoy but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. In reality, she knew nothing about him. She searched and searched inside her mind for something that she could use as an olive branch, but nothing occurred to her. 