Sunday passed and they were still inside his bedroom. Hermione had rearranged his belongings as Malfoy read an owl from McGonagall, alerting him about the situation and possible scandal. Hermione sat on his lap, listening to Malfoy talk about the emotive memories of his childhood and the war. She had never allowed herself to feel enough sympathy for the wizard before her to put herself on his shoes. It wasn’t an excuse for his behaviour, but it explained why he was that way. She desperately hoped the children could see that too.