But, she didn’t need an explanation. Hermione had seen him kiss Pansy clear as day, the two of them tucked into an alcove near the staircase. Pansy’s dress had been a brilliant shade of emerald, pairing almost too perfectly with the silver that accentuated Draco’s black dress robes. His hands had been on her waist, pulling her closer, covering up any trace of Hermione that might have been left on his lips.