Hermione darted a lightning-fast glance at the Malfoys one last time to reassure herself that they, at least, were safe. Draco was still dancing. Narcissa was giggling by the refreshments table with the Marchioness of Ilvermorny; out of respect for her guests, she was for once wearing a dress that did not bare her breasts. Lucius was ostensibly in conversation with Lord Burke, but his attention was on his wife, and Hermione knew from the arctic expression on his face that he was immeasurably bored with his companion. It made his resemblance to Draco sharper.