Hermione watched Draco from the one chair in the lounge that afforded her a view into the dining room. He was sitting on the chair at the end of the table, legs stretched under the table, a glass of firewhiskey in hand. He looked lean and hard, and he was talking intently to Harry – about the Gringotts mission they were planning, Hermione thought – waving his glass around in the air as he gestured emphatically. He was gorgeous.