"I've never even seen the Mark," Hermione said.  It seemed like a strange thing to say, but when she thought of Draco as a Death Eater she could only think of the way he wore long sleeves, even to bed.  He'd never trusted her enough to let her see the scar burned into his skin.   She'd been helpless and exposed before him in every way and he'd been kind, but he'd never let her in.  She should have known.