"Ready?" she asked gruffly of Draco and Krum, and Krum nodded. Hermione stood by Johns in her fitted Auror armour that made her look fucking amazing, her face white and mouth pressed into a flat line, fingers curling around the Auror's wrist. She must have felt Draco's eyes on her because like a magnet was pulling her, she swivelled her head to look at him, wide eyed and lips parting.