"I won’t tell. It’s none of my business what Hermione gets up to – she’s of age. Before yesterday I must admit I thought she was bound to end up with a broken heart, but today I’m not so sure." She held that assessing look on Draco. "I always thought you were the image of your father, in personality as well as looks. But maybe you’re not, after all. Maybe you really have changed." Nymphadora smiled at him and Draco shifted uncomfortably, feeling unaccountably defensive. He didn’t like people judging him, he decided, not even when they were judging him worthy – or worthy enough not to hate, at least.