Two hours and several drinks later, Blaise still hadn't found whatever it was he was looking for. He'd shrugged off the rather straightforward advances of a blonde bombshell and the more subtle interest of a raven-haired beauty without really knowing why. He was well and truly pissed and headed for the loo when he saw her. A woman. The fucking woman. The curly hair registered in his liquor-soaked brain first. Then the petite frame, the pointed nose and the big amber eyes. For a moment, he was struck dumb. There was no possible way that she was here right now. No way in hell that he was staring at Hermione mother fucking Granger who was, in turn, staring in open-mouthed shock right back at him.