"I think that’s a rather unfair assessment. I have perfectly reasonable cause to be concerned." Draco didn’t look at her as he spoke. "I was a Death Eater. Your friends despise me. My mother hates you. My father wants to murder you. I’ve been an enormous arsehole to you almost the entire time that you’ve known me, and..." He looked at his splinted arm and the stump it ended in, at his other arm with the Dark Mark emblazoned coiled and sinister. "Well. All in all, I’m hardly a catch, am I, Hermione?"