Yes, he could. Because, when Granger suddenly reappeared in his field of vision, the shock that came over him was pathetic. For an instant, he thought she was naked from the waist down. And it took him two seconds to realise that she was wearing the cream-coloured trousers of the Quidditch uniform. And the white school uniform shirt tucked into the waistband of her trousers. The girl, already dressed, without saying a word, had walked over to the washroom mirror in the corner, so that she could pull her thick, tousled hair back into a ponytail. Draco took a deep breath, as quietly as he could. That was it. She was dressed. And he didn’t have to think about what had just happened ever again.