His full mouth was a tightly flattened line, and his eyes stony and shuttered. Hermione felt a little scared too, if she was honest with herself. As she took the last few steps up into the dining room, she couldn’t stop thinking about how her two worlds were colliding. The one where she laughed, talked, argued and fought alongside her friends. The one where everyone was fighting the good fight, and was so certain, so sure of themselves and of their rightness and nobility. The one where good was good and evil was evil, and Hermione Granger was the former and Draco Malfoy the latter.