Hermione looked into the different shades of his gray eyes. "I saw Bellatrix," she said quietly. He didn’t need further explanation. They got silent again. The fire crackled in the hearth. "I’m very sorry about your parents, about what they told you, but you must understand it wasn’t them, it was You-Know-Who." Malfoy didn’t answer, looking away from her, taking another gulp. "May I ask what—what happened to them?"