Hermione's throat dried; her tongue sat thick and helpless against the roof of her mouth. "Listen," said Draco with an exasperated sigh. "We'll talk about this later. I have to shower and change. Bagman is expecting me and if Mother hears about what happened she'll have both of our heads for disrupting the deal." He sighed, returning to the endeavor of stepping out of his trousers. "Not to mention I have to – Never mind."