Granger had been much less pleasant to him upon his starting Auror training than Davies, which had been a welcome change. Even her intense confrontation on his first day demanding his confirmation that he’d changed his dastardly ways was more welcome than everyone else graciously ignoring his past. Davies, Potter, Weasley and all them had continually worn forced smiles and feigned at politeness. Even he had felt a bit ridiculous in the face of their pleasantness, and Granger’s more caustic treatment helped him settle in nicely, trading barbs with an easy comfort just like back in their less traumatic school days (before his little misadventure with murder and mayhem and blood supremacy and whatnot). It was good, actually, having someone there to remind him of his more dreadful mistakes, else he might have entirely forgotten about them, what with everyone else always acting so chummy. Smith was a bit of a bastard and all, but he was a bastard to everybody. Granger’s vitriol was rather specific to Draco, pleasant as she was to every other human being and magical creature on the planet, which he found he rather enjoyed.