It was like a stamp of approval. If Hermione bloody Granger loved him, he couldn’t be that bad, could he? Because there was no way Gryffindor’s golden girl – the brightest witch Hogwarts had seen in a while – would take up with scum. It made Draco feel better about himself, knowing that Hermione saw something in him that made him worthy. She didn’t care that he was of the noble house of Malfoy, didn’t care about the vault full of galleons he would’ve inherited – she loved him for him.