"It'll be a cakewalk, Hermione. We'll be disillusioned, and I doubt Muggle scientists and military personnel can do much against magic, even if they do see us, somehow. Merlin, I thought I was supposed to be the fucking pessimistic one," Draco said as he frowned at himself in the mirror, playing with his hair and trying and failing to slick it back into a semblance of order. "Do I look stupid?" he asked, an astoundingly normal question from out of nowhere, that staggered her and made her grin to herself.