In the end, it didn’t matter, as Draco stepped forwards so that they were side by side and stooped forwards to catch the cup’s handle on his finger and pull it up and out of the cabinet. The drawer snapped shut, and Harry doubted it would be encouraged to open again. Draco considered the cup in his hand, turning it this way and that and admiring how it gleamed in the light. He sighed, "Such a waste," he muttered, "that items of such beauty should have to be destroyed. Still! What must be done, must be done," he flashed Harry a nervous smile, and offered Harry the cup, "Do you want to do the honours?"