Summary
"Morality is a fickle thing, subject to the times, the place, the political climate. You fancy yourself a person of logic, don't you, mudblood? Does logic dictate that one should put stock in such an unstable compass?" Hermione, rather poetically, had always believed Malfoy's words to be nothing more than the conceited trills of an overconfident peacock. Now, she wasn't so sure.