She thought for the dozenth time to herself; no one deserved to be shoved down in the cellar like Malfoy was. It was, frankly, inhumane. She would feel bad for anyone in the same situation. Except for maybe Bellatrix and you-know-who. Hermione’s innate sense of justice and fairness didn’t go quite that far. Hermione stabbed a piece of chicken absentmindedly on her fork and thought she was beginning to get used to seeing Malfoy as human; someone with feelings and fears. And maybe...maybe it didn’t feel so awful after all.