Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. The reception should give some solace to the insufferable stodginess of this debacle, not to mention freedom from having to watch Ginny make eyes at Draco all night. Not that there was anything wrong with Draco or Ginny being with Draco, but a girl could only take so much nervous flirting energy from outside sources before she lost it completely. Bless the hair piece George got her, because without that, she was sure her hair would be all over the place by now. Speaking of His Holiness, she could use another drink right about now...