"What's wrong?" she asked, squinting up at him. Draco was looking at the gold bracelet that dangled above her eyes from where she held her arm, with an unreadable look. It was the same look that Crookshanks gave her before he coughed up a hairball on her bedroom carpeting. One that suggested something horrible was about to come out of his mouth, and nothing she said or did was going to change the fact that she would soon have to come to terms with a nasty hairball on her rug. 