If she didn’t know any differently, he looked like a model student, clean-cut in his Slytherin uniform with his perfectly coiffed platinum hair. He looked the opposite of someone who had nearly committed murder yesterday. Whereas his expression had normally been icy and cruel, she couldn’t help but notice that there was a lightness this time behind his eyes. It was far from warm, yet something was there–a small spark. Without the potion, it was like Malfoy had been brought back to life. Magic was a core part of a wizard’s being. Hermione couldn’t imagine how dead inside he must have felt otherwise. 