The lift to floor eight was painstakingly slow. Hermione had been left with too much time to think; to regret the situation she’d put herself in. Faking a relationship with Malfoy? It was laughable. It was impossible. No one in their right mind would believe it no matter how hard they tried to convince them otherwise. She knew nothing about Malfoy now. She only remembered the awful child he’d been while at school, and all the things she’d wished she’d said to him in response. 