"I did, actually. And mother asked me where I got it –" Hermione sensed from Malfoy's tone that Narcissa hadn't been impressed by it, and she harrumphed to herself. "– and when I told her it had been a Christmas present from Miss Hermione Granger, father threw a fit. Bigoted bastard." Malfoy said the last under his breath, a frown scrunching his brows together. He shifted his grip on her hand and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she realised they were still holding hands, for Godric's sake. She drew hers back swiftly, clearing her throat and flexing her warmed fingers as she shuffled around to face her salad and now-cold fish, trying not to feel weird.