"Impending death aside- Theo and I are going to be late for our appointment with Kinglsey if we don’t get going." Hermione pushed away from the desk, brilliantly remembering the briefcase that she had carried with her was abandoned in the middle of the room. It’d just been sitting there, like a physical testimony of her inability to have a cohesive thought around this particular man. She looked towards Draco, mainly to fix a heated glare at him for what would be a likely incredibly awkward retrieval of her bag, but instead of the knowing smile, she’d expected he was looking at Harry. A moment later, the door to the office snicked closed again and Hermione felt the soft wash of Draco’s magic, most likely a