"Well, it's a hundred years in which he could change?" she tried hesitantly, attempting an optimistic perspective, and Malfoy gave her a look that made her insides flutter warm; all fondness and gratitude. Hermione knew that he thought she was being hopelessly naïve to even suggest his father changing, but to his credit he didn't hint at that aloud. He just smiled at her, one hand absently straightening the position of his knife and fork at either side of his plate.