"Don't call me that," she snapped huffily as Draco stared up at her through glazed eyes; her hair a brilliant angry red that matched her flaming cheeks, her hands knuckled at her hips as she glared at him with belly outthrust as if someone had shoved a giant melon under her shirt. She had been chastising him without fucking pause since she had first strode into his little screened-off room in the cellar, and muttered a privacy spell so Karkaroff and his ruddy escort couldn't listen in and have a laugh.