A few minutes later. Harry is being detained by the burly MASTER AT ARMS, the closest thing to a cop on board. He is handcuffing Harry. Draco is right in front of Harry, and furious. He has obviously just rushed out here with Lovejoy and another man, and none of them have coats over their black tie evening dress. The other man is COLONEL ARCHIBALD GRACIE, a mustachioed blowhard who still has his brandy snifter. He offers it to Hermione, who is hunched over crying on a bench nearby, but she waves it away. Draco is more concerned with Harry. He grabs him by the lapels.

"What made you think you could put your hands on my fiancee?! Look at me, you filth! What did you think you were doing?!" Draco yells.

"Draco, stop! It was an accident." Hermione says trying to stop him from yelling.

"An accident?!" Draco yells.

"It was... stupid really. I was leaning over and I slipped."

Hermione looks at Harry, getting eye contact.

"I was leaning way over, to see the... ah... propellers. And I slipped and I would have gone overboard... and Mr. Potter here saved me and he almost went over himself."

"You wanted to see the propellers?"

GRACIE shakes his head "Women and machinery do not mix."

To Harry the Master of Arms asks "Was that the way of it?"

Hermione is begging him with her eyes not to say what really happened.

"Uh huh. That was pretty much it." Harry says lamely.

He looks at Hermione a moment longer. Now they have a secret together.

Gracie beams "Well! The boy's a hero then. Good for you son, well done!" He turns to Draco, "So it's all's well and back to our brandy, eh?"

Harry is uncuffed. Draco gets Hermione to her feet and moving.

Draco rubs her arms, "Let's get you in. You're freezing."

Draco is leaving without a second thought for Harry.

GRACIE tells Draco in a hushed voice, "Ah... perhaps a little something for the boy?"

"Oh, right. Mr. Lovejoy. A twenty should do it." Draco tells Mr. Lovejoy.

"Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?" Hermione snaps.

"Hermione is displeased. Mmm... what to do?" Draco says, glaring at her without anyone but Harry and Hermione knowing.

Draco turns back to Harry. He appraises him condescendingly... a steerage ruffian, unwashed and ill-mannered. "I know." Draco says quietly to himself, smirking. "Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow, to regale our group with your heroic tale?" Draco sneers.

Harry looks directly at Hermione, "Sure. Count me in."