Draco served them all tea as the small talk began. He tried to remain silent and let the ladies talk, rarely jumping in when he felt his mother asked a question that may be too personal. He spent their tea watching Hermione, noticing how she blushed when she was asked a question that she wasn’t prepared for, the way she brushed the same loose curls behind her ears yet they just didn’t want to stay, and how her amber eyes would flick to him to make sure he was still there. There definitely could have been worse witches to get assigned to. 