Draco excused himself for a moment to go to his study. He wrote a quick note to his mother, then ducked into his lab to grab a couple of potion bottles. Basic remedies, nothing more than first aid, but considering how often little boggles turned into big scrapes when Gryffindors were in the mix, he thought it was best to be on the cautious side.
When he returned to Hermione, he raised a brow at the dark green cloak Dru held up for him. He far preferred his heavier black one, but he supposed being around Aurors meant looking as unlike an evil Dark wizard as possible. "I'm quite certain that ending up on wild adventures with you and Potter was not part of our wedding vows," he said, trying to tease a bit. It didn't help him much. He could feel his shoulders already knotting with tension over an unknown situation and he covered it as best he could with a check of his wand sheath, silently cursing the damage to his right hand that meant he couldn't wear the sheath to cover his Mark any longer. It was still visible from their Samhain ritual.