"The Wizarding World is all about tradition," Malfoy said quietly, not looking at her, and Hermione's shoulders slumped slightly as she released a breath that she hadn't known she'd been holding. "It's about clinging to the past, to the time when we were great. Greater than we are now, anyway. That's part of what – what –" He struggled, throat working as he tried to get the name out, his cheeks going ashen while the tips of his ears flushed red, and then finally gave up. "– What you-know-who wanted – to obliterate all the Muggleborns and blood traitors that represented what he thought of as the Wizarding World's decline. The slow decay, the tainting slide from greatness."