"Yes, Malfoy. I’m privy to all that and you are not. And I should not tell you. What if it changes your future? What if you change your mind?" She asked quietly as she hesitantly looked up at him. Standing as he was, the light was just behind him. It gave him an ethereal, halo about his brilliant white blond hair. Hermione knew that many of the girls, Slytherin or otherwise, likely fawned over this wizard beside her and she was just doing her damndest to ignore him.