As Huntley Hopkirk, the head of Werewolf Support Services, stepped into the lift with a big, jovial smile on his ruddy face, Hermione couldn’t help but peek over at Draco, finding him glaring at the imposing man. In truth, even though her face didn’t reflect it, she felt very much the same way. Not only had the man interrupted the all too brief lift ride she’d been looking forward to the past 24 hours, but generally he was someone she avoided whenever possible because of a tendency to flirt with her relentlessly that seemed to be becoming a bit more forceful as time went on.