Later that day, Hermione was getting ready for her dinner with Viktor. She didn't want to think of her plans as a date, but it was quite hard because her mother kept treating it as such.

"Mum please," Hermione complained, while her mom was going though her closet and picking out different outfits.

"How about this one." The dress was long, had a slit at the legs, but seemed way to flashy for her. Why did she even keep it in her closet? "What do you think of this one then?" The dress she pulled out next was the one her daughter wore to the Yule Ball, in her fourth year at Hogwarts.

"Mum, that doesn't fit anymore." Hermione took it from her and put it back in her closet, in exchange for a very plain looking outfit. Her mother looked at her strained.

"Well, it looks . . . nice--"

"But . . ." Hermione said impatiently looking at her mother.

"If you want to go to your grandmother's 80th birthday," her mother shrugged and Hermione put the dress back defeated. There was one last dress that neither of them looked over, and her mother pulled it off from its hanger. Her mother smiled with a soft sigh. "This one is perfect," she held it up to Hermione's trim figure.

"Hermione! Your date is here!" Hermione's father screamed from downstairs.

Hermione's heart raced when this announcement was heard. "It'll do." Hermione took the dress her mother was holding and rushed her out of her room.

Downstairs, while Hermione was getting ready, finally, her parents chatted with Viktor. "So, you're what now, 23?" Her father asked.

"Dear," his wife elbowed him lightly. Viktor felt particularly nervous, all because his belief that they didn't like the fact that he was going out with their only daughter. He was four years older than her, but age didn't matter if you really felt warmly about a person, and would never think to harm that person, right?

A large grandfather clock in the dining room chimed loudly. Viktor looked at the time, seven o'clock, right on the dot. From the top of the staircase Hermione stepped out of her room, and slowly walked down the steps. Viktor looked up at her beauty and he stood up straight. Hermione's parents slightly embraced one another at the bottom of the staircase with large smiles. Viktor met Hermione toward the end and took her hand.

"You look beautiful, Hermoninny." Viktor commented, kissing her hand and then looked back up to her pink face. They turned around to Hermione's folks as her father held up a camera.

Hermione looked completely embarrassed for herself and Viktor. "Just one honey." Her father pleaded. Hermione looked to Viktor and he agreed.

"Just one then," Hermione said and got in a position that made it look like they were going out to their high school prom. The light flashed and the two young grownups left for the night.