She rubbed her temples at the kitchen table while she waited for the kettle to whistle. Why was her mind stuck on Draco Malfoy? Why had he even spoken to her? The last time she saw him was at his trial, where Harry, Ron, and herself spoke on his behalf for not identifying them to the Deatheaters. It truly had saved their lives. But they had never spoken directly. Just an exchange of distrusting looks, same as usual. 