The others were having a wonderful time, apparently, eating and conversing with pleasure, and every few minutes there was another toast raised to the Lord and Lady Malfoy. There were so many that it became annoying and dull, but Hermione didn’t dare show that. Draco would grin and they would raise their goblets again. His arm seemed permanently wrapped around her waist. Hermione wished he would remove it. Her chair was uncomfortable and she was growing hot.