He dragged his thoughts away from what he had been like before, his mind returning to last night. Returning to the moment when he had told Granger of Nagini’s snack. How she had cried his name, just like...and then clamped her hands over her mouth and let out a sob like her heart was breaking for him. Granger should have hated him, she shouldn’t have cared – and yet she did. She had felt guilt. And Merlin damn her, she had felt pity. That had stung, and to distance himself from that pity, Draco had automatically pretended to be pleased by her hurt; he was excellent at assuming masks, the practice essential around the other Death Eaters.