"Regardless," he said composedly. "The accommodations here, crude as they may be, are preferable to the luxurious prison of my bedroom suite at the Manor. Or the luxury of the dungeons, which you know well were far worse than here." There was superciliousness in Draco’s tone that made Hermione’s lips twitch with a weak smile for some reason. "And although my jailers are mostly an unpleasant group, they aren’t all so terrible. And neither do they torture me, as I was tortured in my own home. By –" He broke off and ran his hand through his hair, shut his eyes as though trying not to remember.