Her first instinct was to pull her hand away. Beautiful though it might be, held nothing in terms of significance to her but pain. Draco had told her the story of how he had found it by pure chance in the Room of Requirement, how he had saved it on a whim and then realized it was perfect for her. Hermione had never found the story as amusing as he did. For years, she had wanted so desperately to take it off and never feel its malevolent, oppressive presence again. Twice, he had forced it onto her when she had been unable to consent, and that had given him the power and freedom to stake his claim.