Hermione had been putting on her best show for the past month, but he knew she hated every minute of it, even if she didn’t express it. His presence had been requested, more like demanded, for the first time today. He couldn’t imagine why, as there was no way his opinion on anything actually mattered to any of these women, and Pansy clearly already knew how to tailor him a suit. But he’d arrived as directed, albeit a little late. 