Hermione was allowed in on the interrogation only because she was the most level headed of the trio, and during questioning, a familiar face usually helped. She knew this, and as such kept her face clear of emotion. But it was difficult with Malfoy staring straight at her.
"What did the Dark Lord require of you?"
Still watching her, even as he answered, grey eyes nearly clear.
"And what stopped you, Mr. Malfoy?"
A swallow. His gaze was a crystal knife, cutting through her, her soul naked to him.
"Her. Always been her. Too good... too pure to be dirty."