"Come on, then, Malfoy. Hurry yourself up," Tiptree's familiar voice – she was the one who took him to see his mother, wasn't she? Merlin, his mother would be ever so pleased to know he'd broken off things with Hermione, Draco thought disjointedly. He nodded, following after Tiptree onto the porch, her hand clamping around Draco's elbow, bloody Krum on the other side of her.