            Her cheeks burned, knowing immediately what he meant. The chair scraped back as she walked slowly around the table, pulling out the chair beside him with another screech. As Lucius shifted to face her, Hermione pushed aside her robe and inched up her skirt. When the wool bared the lowest part of her inner thigh, Lucius bent forward. His hair tickled her skin as he examined the rune. The symbol stared back at him, bright red against her paleness.