Shakily she fastened it around her neck. It fit close, like a collar: she had always known that Draco had a proprietary streak a mile wide, but this screamed Property of Draco Malfoy like nothing else she had witnessed to date. Hermione was independent-minded enough that she felt a slight qualm at accepting such a blatant symbol of ownership, but she had to admit the sentiment – that there was someone who actually wanted responsibility for her, wanted to look after her – was not a displeasing one, for someone who had spent her entire life alone. The qualm died a rapid death.