An hour later, Dudley walked her back to the portion of the station that housed the holding cells.  Upon laying her eyes on Draco and Harry, the former who was prowling back and forth in front of the bars as if he had been waiting for them, and the latter who was laid out on a bench, humming to himself, she gasped.  Harry had a black eye, a bandage over his right eyebrow, and a split lip.  Draco, looking slightly better, had crusted blood around both nostrils, mussed-up hair, and a gaping shirt that seemed to be missing a few buttons.