Hermione clears her throat, and he looks up from the floor. She smiles at him, for the first time, and it's a little heavy, a little frozen and stiff, but it holds as he just looks back at her steadily. "You know, you can see hers, Andromeda and Bellatrix's names carved in the attic," he says to her in particular, it seems, "There's dozens of them, they would bring all their friends up there to sign. She showed me when she was eight. Father’s is up there too, but he’s just put Lucy," Draco laughs long and hard, not at anything funny, "fuck, Lucy. Funny. He used to be called Lucy."