Her pretty eyes landed on Draco, offering him a sidelong grin. "I know you don't want to do it, and other than you, I have the nimblest hands. The steadiest, too, I reckon." She swallowed forcefully, wiped her hands on her silk skirt and crossed the room. Daphne sat, poised and proper, on a wooden stool as she pressed a needle and wire thread through Hermione.