Hermione’s face drained of blood. She was stunned into silence by hearing the name of the boy she dared not mention or discuss with anyone since the last time they spoke. The thought of their last encounter at Hogwarts before the War returned some blood to her face. Without a word she slowly turned her head to the table that Ginny had pointed out and met his icy grey stare. His eyes somehow got even paler and shone as bright as his platinum hair, even in the dark club and at a distance. He was frowning, but as their eyes met a spark ignited in his.