"Good night, Hermione," he said, and then walked away before she could form any kind of coherent words, his hair bright in the torchlight, straightening his suit jacket neatly as he disappeared down the corridor with a bounce to his step. Hermione slumped back against the wall bonelessly, tugging down the skirt of her dress as she stared after him wide-eyed and just a little dazed, her lipstick smeared. Wow.