"Malfoy!"  A man she didn’t recognize ambushed them as soon as they passed through the door.  A name tag reading "Salazar’ seemed to be his only costume, though Hermione doubted the historical founder of Slytherin had ever smelled quite as strongly of cheap cologne. "You made it."  He let his eyes roam over Hermione in a way that made her fingers twitch to reach for her wand.  Draco must have felt the same urge because the hand on her lower back curled in until his fingers were digging into her spine.  His voice remained bored and unaffected though, and his slouch as insouciant as ever.