Malfoy. Even in the midst of the bitter cold and harsh wind, Hermione’s blood suddenly warmed at the thought of him. She figured Neville and the others would never understand, but in all of the darkness of her school year, Malfoy had been the one bright light. The one who never failed to make her heart skip a beat. Did he respect her though, as Neville had hoped? Hermione didn’t want to be wrong, but maybe their involvement in the Blood Magic required it. Even if Malfoy insisted he didn’t trust anyone, Hermione knew must have trusted her. It was all uncharted, but delving into the rituals had to have changed him in some way.