"Awww, come on Hermione, please? For me?"
Ron grinned at her, holding up the outfit and shaking it in front of her, doing his utmost not to be scared by her cold glare.
"No, Ronald. Just… no. I am not wearing that to breakfast, there is no way in hell that I am wearing that to breakfast."
"Please, Hermione? Please?"
"NO."
"Please? Pretty pretty please? With a cherry on top?"
His eyes grew wide and round, like those of a puppy-dog, but still, Hermione remained unmoved.
"NO!"
"What's this?" Fred came down from his dormitory, yawning widely without making any kind of attempt to cover his mouth. "Is Hermione going to be blessing us all with wearing this today?" He asked, a glint in his eyes and a mischievous grin on his face as he moved forwards to look over the outfit, then turned his attention back to the brown haired girl who now crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the two of them.
"No, Hermione will not be blessing you all by wearing that… that THING today." She growled.
"It'd suit you, Hermione. Make you look sexy." Fred smirked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
She blushed.
"Well… maybe… maybe I could just… try it on… just to see if it fits…" She murmured, taking the outfit from Ron and disappearing up the stairs to her dormitory, leaving Ron to stare at his older brother.
"How come she'll put it on for you, and not for me?!"
"Alas, dearest Ronnikins. I regret to inform you that you will never understand how to charm a lady…" Fred chuckled, and, taking hold of Ron's arm, dragged him down to the Great Hall.
It was only a few minutes later that a disturbance was caused by the entrance of one Hermione Granger, dressed in a black cat suit, impossibly high heeled, knee length stilettos, with a whip in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other. She moved swiftly down the table, before the know-it-all dressed as a dominatrix took her seat between Harry and Ron.
Well, that was certainly a memorable breakfast.