That wiped the smile clean off his face, and I knew I’d guessed it right. Draco had married Pansy Parkinson, a promising young Death Eater herself. And the pug-faced girl was just as much of a bitch now as she was at thirteen. I actually wasn’t sure why Draco was always so attached to her, unless it was the stereotypical explanation that she was willing to put out for him. "Watch what you say about your new Mistress, Gra—grrr, Hermione," he snapped.