"I just didn't think," he was saying worriedly, apologising and leaning forward to search her eyes intently, his all clouded and grey and guilty, and it was disconcerting to remember him as he had been, back then, and trying to reconcile the bigoted boy with who Malfoy was now was just...impossible. Hermione was just glad that only two students were present for lunch, and they didn't seem interested in the quiet drama unfolding at the teachers" table. She wasn't sure they'd even noticed.