"It definitely had eyes," Pansy had agreed.  It had taken far too long, even with help, to get the room set right, and now Hermione was tired, dirty, and longing for the excellent water pressure of her own flat.  Before she let herself luxuriate under the endless stream of hot water, however, she had to tell Draco that Pansy was fine, they'd found her mate - though she continued to find that word incredibly disagreeable - and that it was Harry.  Draco would probably smile that slow-blooming smile he had when something delighted him.  Then he'd cry out of relief.  He'd been locked away as if he could find out how the mate selection worked through sheer force of will and now he could relax.