If Draco were being honest, he should have refused her help. As Brilliant as she was, he would have been better off working alone. And it was nothing against her, but he could not help but compare this Hermione to... well,  his Hermione. In his mind, he referred to her as Granger. It made the distinction easier for him, a reminder of who she was. Or wasn’t. The one who had drawn him from his shell and given him this quiet hope. This Hermione Granger, the one who he had been raised to hate, was so similar and so different from the one he had come to like. 