"Mother?" Astoria’s barely audible gasp of horror makes him want to pump his fist and crow in triumph, knowing the insult landed. "Draco, dearest, you can’t—she—" she swallows, stuttering. The bland, watery, flat-brown eyes searching his are so unlike the wild multi-facets of Granger’s eye coloring that he has to stifle his gut-check reaction to recoil.