Lucius Malfoy stood waiting for his guests in the doorway. Annoyed at being left to wait for so long, he almost seemed like the wizard he was years earlier when Hermione was a child and he hadn't yet been completely disgraced. It was easy to remember why she loathed him so much when he stared at her with that haughty expression of his that she thought she'd seen the last of. Evidently his close relationship with Rodolphus empowered the cretin. He might even be living under the delusion that he would one day rise to his previous elevated position in society. How Hermione wished to shove into his face the impossibility of that desire! She hated the man.