Malfoy had made her cry as a child. Over the years, though she refused to give him the satisfaction, he had further cut her down, reducing her to almost nothing in his eyes. He watched her being tortured at the Manor without saying a word. Even still, he seemed to believe in her blood inferiority despite the War. He wasn’t a good person. He didn’t seem like a changed one. There was the part of him that lived his life with deadly intentions.