Draco realised that Narcissa had spotted Hermione's beaded bag, dangling from her shoulder a wonderfully violent orange colour, the black family crest still visible on the bottom. Draco grinned, it had only taken his Mother two minutes to discover she was not just his friend. She slid her eyes to his briefly, questioning him with a slight raise of her brow. He shook his head infinitesimally, asking her not to mention it. She pursed her lips to stop a smile from breaking through her pureblood pleasantries.