She could feel heat rising to her cheeks. Despite the hardships she had endured, she had never truly been ashamed to be muggleborn. But sometimes the slurs and looks of disdain would come out of nowhere and catch her off guard. She had grown accustomed to expecting them from Malfoy and she didn’t want to think this venture into dark magical rituals would change anything. What if he ended the ritual because he was repulsed by her?