A flush rose to Hermione’s cheeks. She knew she would be met with skepticism at best, and yet she sat here before them feeling like a properly chastened child. Frustration burned in her gut. "You know that he was never as bad as either of you wanted to believe him to be. You both heard the full story at his trial." She leveled them each a glare that had them glancing away. "Draco Malfoy is a good man and he’s good to  me,  and I should think that my judgment on the matter should speak volumes."