"I'm sorry, Malfoy. That was unfair of me. And, I – don't despise you." She was almost certain that was true as she eyed the lines of strain carved around his mouth, and the way his eyebrows were scrunched down in a way that was amazingly expressive and read: miserable. "Will you tell me what you do mean by "inventive'? Please? I promise I shan't snap your head off again."