"I’m not stupid, Draco. All those years you came home from school for the summer" Lucius paused, licking his dry lips. Draco took the moment to hand his father the water cup that sat at his bedside. Lucius took several long sips and sat back to continue their conversation. "You would not stop complaining about "mudblood Granger’. How she was always ahead of you in classes, how infuriating it was when she raised her hand to answer a question in class before you’d had the chance. Prattling on about her bushy chestnut hair, her big teeth, her freckled face. Then one day, the prattling became a bit too close to affection, jealousy, and longing. "Father, the Granger girl fixed her teeth.’ "Father, the Granger girl hit me, can you believe it?’ "Father, the Granger girl went to the Yule Ball with  Viktor Krum  .’ The notion of surprise had long since passed and Draco was now simply listening to how his father could somehow have figured it all out before him. 