"I’m aware."  Severus gave a small smirk. Hermione smiled at him, accepting the glass of champagne he passed her, brushing her fingers deliberately as she took the glass from him.  Hermione smiled, as Molly and Arthur made their way over to them.  She drained a flute of champagne, parched, and reached for another.  She was beginning to feel light-headed, uncertain whether it was from the alcohol or the corset.