His hand toyed with the fabric over her stomach as they left the ballroom. It was only marginally less full than it had been before: Blaise and Pansy were still there, as was Potter, although Dumbledore and Grindelwald had disappeared. She didn’t see Draco. For a moment she pictured him with some faceless girl, touching her the way Ron was touching her right now, and felt a stab of something she had to stifle hastily.