AFTER 8 PM
Lucius let himself lean into the touch if only to play a more convincing role, still rather disgusted by it all but mentally blocking the emotion behind it. He was here to work. When he heard the curse, he pulled away from the other boy's touch and let his hand run down Sirius's arm till it reached his hand, the confident smirk ever present on his fair face.
"Don't worry, I know where we can go." It wasn't a question, nor a suggestion, merely a statement. He didn't wait for a reply as he proceeded to part through the crowd, maintaining a firm grip on the other's hand while he essentially dragged him toward the large entryway just outside of the Great Hall. They would have to pass through a much thinner crowd, so Lucius consciously tried to quicken his steps when they passed the many tables lined with drinks and sweets. So far so good; he had his eyes on the exit and didn't look back until they'd passed through.
As soon as they were through the doors, Lucius turned on Sirius and pulled him closer, their lips landing together in a quick movement.