They were both silent for a long moment, the weight of Hermione’s confession settling between them. Then Malfoy sighed, running a hand down his face. "Greyback was here yesterday because Bellatrix sent him," he began quietly. "I've ignored every summons from the Dark Lord since the Battle of Hogwarts, so she used an archaic Black family spell for hunting down wayward heirs to send that fucking monster to find me and Mother." Hermione blanched at his careless characterisation of the werewolf as a "monster', but he shook his head. "Not because of what he is, Granger, but because of  who  he is. Or  was , I should say. Thank you, by the way, for giving me an excuse to kill him." His hand clenched into a fist. "I've seen many horrible things, but Mother always made me leave whenever he was involved."