She reached into Draco's pocket to remove his wand. The temptation to strip him completely naked and leave him laying in the snow unconscious to die of exposure made her chuckle. Instead, she was satisfied just to take the silver mirror he'd used to spy on her husband's conversations. How he still managed to have it after that horrible display in Ginny's house made little sense. Likely emotions were high enough in the moment that her husband didn't even think about forcing him to give it back. Or, maybe despite that awful day and what transpired only hours earlier, Draco might have still been working with Antonin. Thanks to Rodolphus" damned spell in her head, no one could tell her anything out of fear that she would unwittingly betray them all.