It was bizarre that Draco popped back into her life so suddenly almost a year earlier. For twenty years he'd only been on the very peripheral of her world. She didn't pay him much mind. There was no reason. The Malfoys were all jokes in their society. Jokes that weren't funny. Held up as an example for how far a family could fall, few wanted to even speak to them. Hermione didn't know Draco. She never had. If he hadn't appeared in her stolen bedroom right as the new year began, she wouldn't have given him much thought.