She had been tending to Hermione earlier that day, arranging her hair after a bath. She’d been drying it with her wand and admiring the thick, dark curls that framed Hermione’s face, and then the image of that ribbon in Draco’s cabinet flashed back to her and she froze, remembering suddenly with a drop in her stomach that Hermione had once had a habit of wearing a ribbon in her hair during their Hogwarts days. She had never asked Draco for confirmation—wouldn’t dare—but knew without a doubt anyway that the ribbon in that eerie glass cabinet was the very same one Hermione had once worn.