Draco could feel his hackles rise almost instinctively, but he knew the other man couldn't mean Hermione and so he followed Blaise’s gaze until his eyes settled on a blond man making his way toward them.  He seemed to almost glow and moved with an ethereal, impossible grace.  Almost every woman in the room stopped what she was doing and turned to follow his progress.  They were a field of sunflowers facing an unreachable star.