Hermione hadn’t cared—in fact, she preferred the distance he put between himself and her. The less Hermione knew about Malfoy was better, she told herself. The less she thought of him meant the opportunity to break her wand or smash a glass in a fit of frustration was significantly reduced. Anything to humanize him would remove the edge she associated with being in his presence—it would make her soft and have her thinking twice about her words. Hermione didn’t want that, not when in the absence of everything meaningful all Hermione had was her anger. 