When they were done, Pansy returned to the nursery to make sure Lucio was in bed. Hermione met Draco in the foyer. She had wanted to bid Lucio goodnight, but remembering the painful design of her costume, had reeled back from the nursery door at the mental image of Lucio hugging her and coming away with his cheek and his little hands cut up and bloody. Or suppose one of his little fingers got caught between a clutch of gems and got torn off? No, no, no. The dress was too indecent for him to see her like this, anyhow. Draco had her wear revealing things all the time, so it wasn't like this was the first time it had ever happened, but this dress was a step above those and another claim of ownership on her. She felt the choker like a collar around her neck and wanted to rip it off. She would hate for Lucio to see it, even if he didn't know what it meant.