Draco, too, seemed to feel the same urgency—he hissed softly and was shrugging off his cloak impatiently, their eyes locking together. Hermione had pulled off her knickers from underneath her skirt and was on him, pushing him down to the floor in the middle of the pathway that had been constructed to walk between the masses of flowers on either side of them. Neville and Luna left the room without a word, stationing themselves by the door in disturbed silence.