"Oh. I didn't realize. I had thought you'd seen my name in the papers. The Prophet runs quite a lot of stories about me now, you know." Her laugh, like her smile, was falsely sweet. "I'm to marry Drakey, after all." She stuck her left hand out, nearly blinding Hermione with the outrageously sized diamond on her finger. The nickname, one she knew Draco despised, barely registered as she tried to avoid the ruin of her corneas.