Hermione turned her head, trying to spot Astoria but was unsuccessful. She relaxed and let go for the rest of the night. Who knows, maybe they won’t run into her. By the time everyone started to scramble for the countdown Hermione was panting from all the dancing and had a wide smile plastered on her face. Draco, on the other side, grew quieter with each passing minute. They stood in the middle of the crowd, facing the humongous golden clock that would signal them of the last minute of the year. Hermione watched people chatter and prepare.