"Merry Christmas, Hermione," Malfoy said with a smile as he stopped a pace in front of her, neat but casual in dark dress trousers and a charcoal knit jersey, a pale blue-grey oxford shirt visible beneath the jersey at collar and cuffs. He looked...nice. Handsome, just as she had thought when she'd first seen him at the feast at the start of the year. Only now his personality wasn't ruining it, and... She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her breath had tightened and her palms had started sweating when he'd said Hermione like that. She thought that maybe they were friends? They must be, for him to use her first name. But...