His smile continued to unnerve her. It was amazing that she used to think he was handsome. Perhaps if she didn't know about all of the disgusting spells he'd placed on her mind or all of the other nasty lies he'd told her she might have still been able to see what it was about him that generally made the witches in any given room take notice. The Lestranges were as nasty a family as they were a beautiful one. She even had to begrudgingly admit that his late wife had been beautiful, though she would never be able to think about that horrible bitch without thinking about the day she held Hermione down on the floor in Malfoy Manor to slice her skin with her knives. Nor would she forget her first bout of the Cruciatus Curse. One never forgot their first time after all.