hermione left draco’s side for the first time that evening feeling light, mirthful. successful, even. as she navigated the throngs of attendees out to the ministry corridors, her mind swirled with thoughts of her speech, the diplomats left on her list, how she could ever thank draco for all he was doing to keep her sane – and in the midst of it, a door opened, and she bumped into the person exiting.