He held up the wristwatch she'd given Antonin on his fiftieth birthday. How he'd managed to get his hands on that was a mystery, and one she knew that he wouldn't tell even if she asked. His smirk unnerved her just as much as his words. Was he threatening harm to her husband? Before she could ask him to clarify his intentions, Draco spun in place and Disapparated away. Hermione didn't linger outside a moment longer. The walk in the cold air had done exactly what it was supposed to.