Hermione saw a muscle twitch in Malfoy’s jaw. She looked into his hardened face while he was lost in thought, probably plotting their upcoming endeavor. Hermione was washed by an awful sinking feeling when she began to grasp how different everything could’ve been. If there was no war, no Voldemort, Malfoy and she would’ve most likely ended up somewhere completely else. Maybe, just maybe instead of sitting at the Leaky Cauldron pretending to drink while getting ready to rob Gringotts, they would be having a date instead, both of them excited but quite shy, both of them full of dreams for the future, two young people with their whole lives ahead of them, happy and optimistic. They could’ve fallen in love and they could’ve had a life, now that she looked into his eyes she was sure of it.