Hermione didn’t know how it was possible. But without evening uttering a word, Malfoy had made her feel indescribably low. His expression said it all; her mere presence disgusted him. She didn’t know why she cared. It would be useless to expect anything else from him. There of course was the part of her that thought she deserved it. Considering the fact that he had still not acknowledged her or stayed long enough for her to utter a word, Hermione had tabled her apology to Malfoy indefinitely. The guilt was still burning a hole through her, but it’s not as if he would know she botched the memory charm on Lucius–at least not yet. 