she was surprised, when she ascended the marble steps, to see draco already there and waiting for her, leaning against a pillar as if he belonged there. and he did, by the looks of him: he was dressed smartly in a crisp white button-down and tailored trousers, a more masculine version of her own outfit. it hadn’t been planned, but the press would think so, and they’d love it. something about that thought made a heavy lump form in the back of her throat.