Hermione bit her lip in her anxiety, her very skin was tingling with it as the officers came ever closer. They were almost at their table when Hermione had a sudden idea. Heart beating loudly in her ears, she moved quickly while their heads were turned. She flipped Harry's chair and pulled him practically into her lap, kissing him deeply. She tugged his hood and scarf down, exposing his hair but keeping his face firmly turned to her. She reasoned that the officers would be looking for a suspicious individual in a hood or head covering of some sort, and Harry fit the bill exactly.