Eyes lingered on hers curiously, and then flicked to Draco, and widened with recognition. The same pattern every time. She heard whispering as they kept walking, could feel the stares. Some pointed covertly. Others were more blatant. She raised her chin higher and stared back until they either looked away or smiled at her. The music faltered as they passed the merry fiddle crowd, and the player hit a wrong note, but recovered instantly after.