"Mione! Are you ready yet?" Ron called from outside her bedroom door. Harry and Draco leant against the wall casually and exchanged amused looks. Ron banged on the door again.

"Bugger off!" Hermione shouted from within.

"I'll take that as a no then." Ron muttered. The others chuckled.

"Ron have I told you today how much I hate you?" Hermione called as he banged on her door again.

"What? Draco's here and I'm late for my own date."

"You had to make me buy this dress, didn't you?"

"She sounds very grumpy. Good luck tonight." Harry muttered to Draco.

"Hey, you didn't pay for that dress, I did!"

"Yeah. I refused to buy it."

"I can't wait to see this dress Mione." Harry called.

"Sod off Harry."

"So much fuss is being made over it, it has to be special."

"Go away and die horribly please."

"Charming." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ron," now Hermione's tone was plaintive, "Can you come in for a sec?"

"Oh so now you want my help?"

"Just do it before I stop your paycheck."

"You can't do that."

"I'm your boss, in every sense, so yes, I bloody well can."

"Alright, alright. Keep your bushy hair on." Ron went into the room. "Wow you're hot!"

"I think I've got it tangled."

"You do. Here, hang on a sec."

"Ow! Ron! What are you trying to do to me?"

"Trying to make you look pretty for your date."

"Get that wand away from me!"

"What? I was only going to fix your hair."

"My hair is fine!"

The door opened and Ron was bodily kicked out of the room. He staggered and straightened himself out.

"It'll be worth it, trust me." He said, not sounding totally sure.

The door opened a crack and Hermione peeked out.

"I'd like to know that my date has a body to go with that pretty face." Draco said, smirking.

She frowned at him. "There is no way I'm keeping this dress on." She withdrew into her room.

"Oh no you don't. Come on, Chosen One." Together Ron and Harry stormed into the room.

"Merlin's balls you're hot!" Harry said.

"Uh, eyes up here Harry."

"Right, sorry."

"Oh fine, let's get this over with."

The door opened and she came out. The dress in question was tiny, to put it nicely. Not trampy, just rather short and with a low neckline. It was black and had a complicated green ribbon arrangement across the bust area. It revealed a lot without appearing to.

Draco's jaw actually dropped. Harry and Ron, exiting the room right behind her, slapped their dorky handshake in victory.

"Have fun with Lee, Ron." Hermione said as Draco slipped her coat on her.

"I'll want full reports in the morning, deal?" Harry said as they prepared to leave, Draco offering his arm to Hermione to guide her.

"Don't wait up." Draco winked at Harry, before aparating away with Hermione.

"Ten galleons says they kill each other." Ron said.

"No way, man, he's on full charm tonight. Even she'll fall for it. I say they'll be engaged in two weeks."

"You're on. Get in touch with the others and start a pool, will you?"