"Oh hell, no," Harry moaned low under his breath. That was...This was...Harry was prepared to turn around and leave then, but that would be extremely bad form.
Squaring his shoulders and pointedly not looking at either Draco or Snape, he crossed the room, Ginny on his arm to greet the dinner's hostess.
"Narcissa," he greeted with a small bow, trying not to develop a nervous tick.