Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong. Hermione felt a brief stab of pity. True, he was a pure-blooded duke’s child, but as the sixth of six sons it was unlikely he had ever received much in the way of time, attention, or financial resources. It had not escaped her attention that his robes were far too short for him – undoubtedly a hand-me-down from one of his shorter brothers. More, he was the best friend of the man being groomed to be Hogwarts’s king, which could hardly be beneficial to his self-esteem.