By the end of the lunch, Draco had forgotten all of his manners again and is somehow in a staring match with Pansy over what shade of gray his tuxedo should be. He has literally no idea how Hermione has done this for so long and not lost her mind completely. Hermione, always trying to be the peacemaker, had been forced to be the tiebreaker, only to be overridden by his Mother. They’d finally called it a night when Draco’s magic had shattered a plate. Hermione had dragged him onto the adjourning balcony to get some "fresh air’ before traveling back to their apartment. 