 After two more dances together, Hermione nursed her water in her hands, standing to the side of the floor. Draco had been pulled away by some of his followers, eager to hear his tale of the demise of Neville Longbottom. He was confident and smirking as spoke, and their eyes were alight with glee to hear him tell it. Hermione had turned away, intending to slip out to the ladies’, when a group of women had come to her and engaged her in conversation, and Hermione had left it as soon as she could.