Crouched before her, he somehow managed to look like a predator, just before he pounced upon his prey. But she was not so easily cornered. No matter how dangerous he might appear before her, a sly wolf cloaked in silver, Hermione held no prior animosity towards him. Perhaps because she had never felt his prejudice first hand, and had only read about it. She had seen the opportunity for him to grow, and had witnessed his hesitancy to accept Voldemort. Even now, in all his aristocratic glory, she could see the way he shielded his expression from her. How guarded he was.