"The future," Narcissa said.   She studied Hermione with such narrow eyes that Hermione had to fight to keep from twisting her napkin in her hands.  The inspection seemed to evaluate every part of her, from hair to robes to blood status.  Malfoy, damn him, declined to intervene or even say anything to fill the long silence.  "Yes," Narcissa said at last.   "The future is here, and if it's not what I would have wanted, I am not such a fool as to ignore the obvious."