“Well, Granger did at least find the Horcrux," Draco replied, basking in Harry's affections. "What was this mysterious thing, anyway?"
"This one is a cup," Harry said. "A golden cup with two handles."
"A golden cup with - hang on, it hasn't got a badger on it, has it?"
Harry nodded. "That's the one."
"Of all the sodding rotten luck," Draco muttered disgruntledly. "That was my favourite coffee cup."
Harry stared at him. "You drank coffee out of a Horcrux?”