"No, I’m merely a decoration in Draco’s collection of people that support him without question. He’s always had it good, Granger, better than I could ever dream. I thought we’d finally reached some sort of equilibrium, Draco going to Azkaban after the war, suffering for all the wrongs he’d done. I will admit, it felt a bit to me like winning. I would finally have it all, and Draco would have nothing," he approached the glass with a gleam in his eye, not one that Hermione was familiar with.