"You laid that on a bit thick, didn’t you?" Hermione groused back at the Manor hours later. Astoria was proving pathetically easy to manipulate. She was raised on various outdated pureblood ideals that women should be perfect little wives and was wholly besotted with Draco. He barely had to look at her to have her in the palm of his hand. Between that and Daphne’s advice, she didn’t stand a chance.