Draco was moving about in the crowd from guest to guest, smiling and chatting and pretending to sample the almost inedible hors d'Ĺ“uvres when Hermione caught up with him.
He seemed unperturbed by her remarks, but smiled and laughed as if she had told him some joke. "Well, well, it was delightful for you to show up for my little off-hand remarks. Do be a darling and give my love to Nev."
He bent down as if to give her a farewell buss, but instead whispered in Hermione's ear: You had better tell me what all this is about.
He straightened up again. "Let me show you to the cloakroom." He offered his arm, while nodding again with a smile to the OWLS member who had been trying for much of the evening to explain to him his theory on the links between the color vermilion and the number seventeen, and why that meant that he was being persecuted by bat-winged creatures that circled around his window at night.