"I’m a Muggle-born, you arrogant, thoughtless wanker, or hadn’t you remembered that?" From the sudden startled look on his aristocratic features, no, he hadn’t. He had actually bloody forgotten. Somewhere between the Manor and now, he had stopped seeing her as mudblood and started seeing her as a person. He had forgotten what she was. Well, lucky him. Hermione fumed, furious and hurt beyond all reason. She couldn’t forget. Couldn’t ever forget. Her fingers began to scratch unconsciously at her left forearm, every muscle in her body starting to tremble like a wire drawn taut and plucked. Draco worried at his lip, expression turned sincerely contrite now.