            Hermione wrapped her arms around her waist and pushed past the crowd, desperately wishing for a silencing spell. She tried to make out Ginny, Harry, or even Ron through the crowd, but she couldn’t spot them in the mass of pink and red party clothes. She settled on the snack table instead, where she poured herself a goblet of suspiciously sweet-smelling punch. Heart-shaped fog rolled off the surface when the ladle moved through it, causing Hermione to chuckle.