Draco had proudly welcomed them into their home, smiling wide, clutching Hermione to his side. She had mirrored his smile, greeted them all warmly when it was her turn to speak, and she had bent down to take the hands of each of the slightly nervous looking children to learn their names. They had both graciously accepted the bows offered to them and the compliments about Lucio, too. He’d let out a nervous giggle when he had been bowed to but covered it with his hands. Draco had shot him a look but Hermione hadn’t noticed—hadn’t needed to, for she’d sensed his displeasure anyway.