The next morning, no matter what she scrubbed or how far she walked with the goats, would Malfoy leave her mind. It was maddening. Her mind twisted and turned around the very last time she saw him: At the Ministry, grief stricken as his father was sentenced to twenty years in Azkaban. Rightfully so, she still thought. She had no idea what he was up to now. Harry and Ron never mentioned him, and so she assumed he had slithered back to his Manor to live out his days. 