Though she should have felt silly, eating at a comically small table compared to the vast space of the ballroom, Hermione couldn’t help but feel that everything was exactly perfect, from each sumptuous course Tippy had created for them to the way Draco swept her back into his arms as soon as they’d finished eating, leading them around the dance floor until she begged him for a break. A tray with two sparkling flutes of champagne appeared beside them as he led her outside into the cool, crisp air, and they sipped at it as they sat on a stone bench and gazed up at the stars.