Wow, I thought. Coming from someone who hated me as much as Draco, that meant I was smoking. I’d spent much of the last three years trying to improve my appearance at the behest of my old owner—styling my hair, wearing more makeup, exercising more, and getting a couple of expensive magical enhancements, but it was still encouraging to get such a positive response from the start. "I don’t believe concubines are allowed the privilege of family names, Master," I replied. "It’s just Hermione, now."