From where Draco Malfoy sat, he had a perfect view of the Golden Trio at dinner.
He and his companions had often used their location for light dinner humor, since watching Weasel eat guaranteed a few laughs.
Today, though, he saw Granger crying. And he saw Potter and Weasel comforting her.
Malfoys didn't cry, so it shouldn't have even mattered.
But it did.
Because if he began to cry one day - which he never would - no one would comfort him.
No one would care.
He had never before realized that, perhaps, what his family had done might have been wrong.
