As she stepped off the bed, she bit down on her lip to prevent a shrill cry from escaping. Hermione clutched the sole of her foot and grimaced at the tiny golden object she'd stepped on. Draco's signet ring. She thought about tossing it out the window into the abyss of Narcissa's gardenias, coated with a soft blanket of snow. She thought about leaving it in the fireplace or pawning it off just to spite him.