It was Malfoy. The horrid boy, the Death Eater, the colleague she sat next at every meal and bickered with, the complicated, sarky, unexpectedly sweet man that she had become friends with. The man whose father wanted to see Hermione dead, and whose mother thought she was lower than dirt. Hermione stared with unfocused eyes down into her barely-touched soup. It was ridiculous. He couldn't...