The minutes passed by slowly, too slowly, and Hermione was ashamed to admit just how many times she peered back toward the stage to catch a glimpse of Malfoy hauling amps and other various bits of equipment. Even from where she sat, as crowds dispersed and broke away for home, she could see the strain in the muscles of his arms as he worked. It really was a baffling sight; she couldn’t think of a single moment she bore witness to Draco Malfoy doing