She hadn’t seen Lucius Malfoy in quite a while and the similarities between father and son unsettled her. But as she listened to the older Malfoy speak softly to Harry, his voice luring and lulling and dripping with false empathy, she could only think about how Lucius Malfoy had the same mouth as his son. She had to stifle a hysterical giggle at the thought of what he might say, should he find out that his precious pureblood heir had kissed a mudblood. Repeatedly.