"My father refusing to lower himself to contacting me by Muggle means? It was rather nice, not having him constantly in my ear about –" He swore a quiet fuck under his breath, cutting himself off rather belatedly and setting his wine glass back on the table, cheeks flushing. Hermione watched him with great interest. So, he wasn't on good terms with his father, then? She wasn't surprised, considering how much Malfoy seemed to have changed.