blaise spotted them first – he’d been waiting for them, draco was sure – and shot them a minute grin. cho and pansy were standing together, an array of paperwork between them, and he didn’t miss the way pansy angled her shoulder to obscure cho’s view of them. he prepared himself for a barrage that never came, an argument that fizzled amidst the hubbub of the evening, and he squeezed hermione’s palm in reassurance.