Ten minutes later, Draco was stepping back through her floo looking no less than perfect. His hair styled impeccably like she hadn’t been dragging her fingers through it all night, and not a single wrinkle could be found on his robes. Whereas her hair was completely unruly, as usual, and she had just barely managed to force it all into one massive bun on top of her head, her robes a crumpled disaster. She hoped, vainly, that the one minute of time she had dedicated to her make-up was at least a minor improvement. 