The older man meets her in the middle of the room, ghosting his mouth along the backs of her fingers, hovering and maintaining just the scarcest contact with his lips brushing over her delicate skin. "If I may, Madam Minister? You look enchanting today." Goosebumps race up her arm and she shivers, a breathy laugh catching in her throat. The intimacy of the moment, the fraught tension that lingers a second too long, ends abruptly when Draco flattens his hand against Hermione’s open office door, slamming it shut with a hard shove, closing the three of them inside together.