Whether anyone noticed her rigidity and barely-concealed agitation, they never mentioned. Unable to wrench free from Draco’s grip, she had allowed herself to be paraded about, humiliated and furious as Draco flaunted her on his arm. When anybody spoke to her (in his presence, of course) they had asked superficial questions about their marriage. Draco hadn’t prepped her on what to say but she had to play along—she had told them she had run away with him to marry and nobody inquired further, as if it were the norm to to do at age 17 while still at Hogwarts, and with nobody else having a clue that they’d been in a relationship.