"Mm, I haven't, have I?" she replied, deliberately not answering his implied question, just to irritate him. But Draco was lazing on his stack of pillows without a trace of annoyance, fingers playing over her toes as though they were piano keys. He looked younger, relaxed and lazy and boyish with it, which had the unfortunate effect of making his Dark Mark stand out all the more every time he moved his arm and flashed Hermione a glimpse of it. It looked so dreadfully wrong on Draco's skin on this beautiful day with the sun streaming in the windows, with his grey eyes happy and her limbs all lazy and heart lub-dubbing with contented steadiness.