Hermione wasn't sure why her mind kept going back to thoughts of the disgraced Malfoy family. Their son was one thing, but the parents another completely. Long after she had grown weary enough that she had to climb in the backseat of a seemingly abandoned car on the edge of a small village for a few hours of rest, her mind was focused on the man she'd run from the night before. She wondered why he didn't even attempt to use any of that prodigious charm he possessed to try to get her to stay longer when it was clear that's what he wanted. Was she not worth it to him to even try?