"Yes, Hermione. Why not? I love when you wear it in your hair– quite literally could not look away from your fucking neck the last time you died your hair up with it. Why not? It’s strong," Draco took the ribbon by each end and pulled in an attempt to persuade Hermione of it’s strength, "and it has meaning. Tell me what other fabric or string might have meaning to the two of us? Huh? What’s that?" Draco cupped his ear, clearly in an attempt to make a point. Hermione crossed her arms and tapped her foot. 