Hermione smiled, enjoying her little triumph. They sat down on one of the sofas, watching everyone dance. Her eyes caught a familiar face, a rather nasty one. Draco must’ve noticed the change in her face and led them as far away from the dancefloor as possible. Hermione remembered the bright purple dress that Astoria was wearing and took note to quickly walk away as soon as she would see the color. They were now in the quietest part of the room and surrounded by elder women drinking tea.