During the unpleasant exchange, Hermione hadn’t noticed that the band had finished their set and vacated the stage. She sighed and motioned for her tab to be settled finally, reaching for her drink to finish. Before she could bring the glass up to her lips, though, another hand was closing around her wrist and yanking it back down to the counter. Just as she was rounding to tell the prick to fuck off (impolitely this time), her eyes met a very different, but familiar, set. 