"Well, I am a Ravenclaw," Cho began saying, and then the sound of the front door slamming made everyone sitting around in the lounge jump, and Tonks swear, and then heavy boots clomped on the foyer floor. Draco! Hermione thought immediately, and her heart did an odd little leaping thing as he rounded the corner, tromping into the lounge. And then her heart sank just as quickly as it had leapt up, and twisted with sharp sympathy and concern. Draco looked awful. His head was bowed and his shoulders slumped, his left sleeve shoved up above his elbow – but he never showed his forearm in front of the others, Hermione thought, confused – and the Mark was excruciatingly obvious to everyone. His voice was low and rough as he stopped in front of Remus and growled: