Draco Malfoy stalked into the Great Hall, long black robes swirling about his feet. Hermione hadn't seen him in person since they had escaped the Room of Requirement. All vestiges of the boy were gone. He had finally finished growing at just under seven feet and had filled out, softening his pointed features slightly. Despite this, his face was harsh and domineering. Malfoy's wide shoulders effortlessly carried the weight of his elegant dress robes. His white-blond hair was longer, but his cold, grey eyes still bored arrogantly into Hermione's. Bellatrix danced along behind him as he came up beside Hermione and bowed.