"Yes. You brought the..." His mother paused, mouth working before she settled on a word. "...Muggleborn girl." She said it with distaste, but at least she hadn't used mudblood, Hermione thought, feeling shivery and clammy. Narcissa continued smoothly. "I remember the last time I saw you, Draco, you professed your love for a Muggleborn rather emphatically, and I asked if it was Miss Granger. I see I was right?"