Almost as soon as the hope was formed, it was dashed, as the man himself entered the room. For the first time since she had started this new potions regime, she felt something. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it was something, at least. She purposefully kept her focus on Harry, who hadn't yet noticed Draco's arrival and was discussing his latest mission with Ron. From the corner of her eye, she saw Draco bend to kiss Pansy's cheek, give a cold head nod to Blaise and Theo, and walk over to Astoria and Daphne. Hermione couldn't track his movement any further than the edge of the food table without turning her head and, to be perfectly honest, didn't want to watch him greet his bride-to-be, so she let her eyes refocus. Harry was still talking about his mission, but his eyes were now on her, full of an understanding that she didn't want. Pansy broke away from the men at the door, heading towards Hermione. Or, more accurately, her husband, who was standing next to her.