"Isn’t she wonderful? I can’t believe they made it!" Astoria whispers excitedly, turning into him and adjusting his collar from Granger’s wanton display. "You’ve got a little something, just there—got it." She rubs a smudge of Hermione’s lipstick from the corner of his mouth, continuing to extol on the  Brightest Witch of Her Age’s  virtues as Draco fumes silently. 