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Hermione awoke to an owl tapping on the window for a second morning. She really needed to do something about how lightly she slept. She slowly got out of bed and shuffled to the window. She unlatched it and pulled the owl in. It was one of the most beautiful owls she'd ever seen! The tan and white feathers were groomed to perfection. Not to mention it wasn't loud either.

"Ginny's new admirer must be very wealthy," whispered Hermione to herself. But, when she unwrapped the note from the bird's leg she saw that on the back it had her name written in elegant script.

She opened the letter skeptically. Someone must be playing a joke on her.

Hermione,

I'd like you to accompany me to dinner tonight. It's a nice place so try to make yourself look presentable. I think we still have more to talk about. It'll also give you a chance to give me back my cloak, even though we all know you would like to keep it forever. I am, after all, a Malfoy.

Yours,

Draco

As much as Hermione wanted to be cross at Draco for being such a prat, she found she couldn't. To think that he thought she kept the cloak just because he was a Malfoy. And try to make herself look presentable? If anything that would give her a reason to throw the stupid cloak away right now! No, she didn't keep it because she had any feelings for him. She kept it because he had forgotten to take it, that's all.

She sat herself down and wrote a reply.

Draco,

As much as you think being a Malfoy gets you, it does not earn you my affection. Perhaps, you left the cloak here just so you could say that I kept it from you so we would have to arrange a meeting with each other. Well, whatever you did, I will go to dinner with you. If only to give you your cloak back and stop your bothersome and slightly insulting comments.

- Hermione

As she was wrapping the note around the owl's leg she heard a rustling.

"Hermione?" croaked Ginny. Hermione rolled her eyes. She wanted to send the letter back without waking Ginny.

She finished tying the note on and then turned to Ginny. "Yes?" she asked innocently.

Ginny sat up and stretched. "Who was the owl from?" she yawned.

"Oh, umm, just a friend," replied Hermione quickly. Too quickly.

Ginny grinned, "And would this 'friend's' name happen to be Sirius?"

"Nope," answered Hermione honestly.

Ginny raised her eyebrows, "No? Then who was it?"

Hermione could see Ginny's lips turning into a smile. "Draco," sighed Hermione, defeated.

Ginny leapt off of the bed squealing. "You have to tell me what he said!" she shrieked.

"I'm having dinner with him tonight," said Hermione.

"Oh Merlin! Why didn't you tell me sooner! We have you get you ready!" ranted Ginny.

"How was I supposed to tell you! You just woke up! And no, I am quite adept at getting myself ready, thank you," said Hermione.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. A professional, also known as me, will have to get you ready. You'd mess something up. No offense or anything," grinned Ginny.

"Alright fine," sighed Hermione, giving in. "Just nothing too over the top."

"Oh, I know," said Ginny. Hermione had the feeling Ginny didn't know at all.

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Sirius was doing his usual wander around the house that morning. He had no idea why he did it. It seemed that ever since he came back from the veil, wandering was one of his usual activities. He thought that it might be because it relaxed him but he wasn't quite certain.

It was rare that he was awake in the morning in the first place.

He was in the second floor hallway when he heard a bird tapping on the window. He opened it up and let the owl inside. He checked the leg and on it was a scrap of parchment that had "Draco" written in familiar handwriting. He frowned. It was Hermione's handwriting.

He scanned the hall, looking to see if anyone was coming. Nobody was so he slowly opened the note and read what was written.

He was scowling by the end. So they were going to dinner together, were they? He started to attach the note to the owl when he heard a voice behind him.

"Reading other people's letters is hardly an admirable trait, Black," stated Draco calmly.

Sirius turned his head and saw Draco Malfoy standing at the end of the hall.

"I don't think you can talk Malfoy. You wouldn't know an admirable trait if it smacked you in the face," snarled Sirius.

Draco smirked. This is exactly what he wanted. If Sirius lost his mind at Draco, he could tell Hermione that Sirius was not a safe person to be around. That would certainly extinguish any feelings she previously held for him.

Draco stalked up to him and grabbed the note out of his hand. He looked at it and then smiled.

"Did you read the part where she said that she would go to dinner with me?" asked Draco, his tone laced with false innocence.

"Did you read the rest? It seems she isn't thrilled with going to dinner with you at all," replied Sirius mockingly.

"She will be," grinned Draco broadly. Without another word he turned his back on Sirius and walked away.

Sirius had to do something about that little pest very soon.

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Hermione looked at herself in Ginny's mirror. She didn't look like herself at all. Her hair was piled onto her head and fell down into a cascade of spirals around her shoulders. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that stopped right below her knees. It was tight around her torso and then poofed out the tiniest bit at the bottom. Ginny paired it with a red bag and red heels. Hermione didn't even want to know how much Ginny spent on this.

"Where did I get all this cleavage?" she asked Ginny, laughing.

"You've always had it! You just dress like a fool and you never show it off," she answered, rolling her eyes.

"Hey! I like the way I dress, thank you," said Hermione, offended.

"Of course you do," replied Ginny.

Ron burst into the room seconds later. "Ginny! Have you seen my-" he stopped short when he saw Hermione in the dress.

Hermione blushed. Perhaps she didn't like all that cleavage after all.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asked.

"Oh, this? Well..." she couldn't think of how to tell him she was going to dinner with Malfoy.

"Got a hot date?" he asked, obviously not expecting the answer to be yes.

"As a matter of fact I do! It's with Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed. She was offended. Did he mean that he didn't think she could get a date?

His mouth dropped open. That was not the answer he was expecting.

"Get out of my room, Ron," sighed Ginny. He backed out, mouth still wide open.

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Twenty minutes later Hermione and Ginny descended the stairs. Hermione had the cloak draped over her arm. Draco stood at the bottom and they could clearly see the shock on his face.

Draco was wearing a nice, expensive looking suit and had a fedora in his hand. He wasn't wearing a tie and the top button of his shirt was undone.

When Hermione got to the bottom he moved to take her arm.

"You kids have fun!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley as they departed through the floo.

When they were gone and safely out of hearing range Molly turned to her daughter. "Did you dress her like that?"

Ginny nodded.

"How'd you get her all that cleavage? Couldn't you have covered her up a little bit? I have a sweater here that she could have used!" exclaimed Molly as she pulled out a maroon sweater that had a giant H on it.

Ginny just laughed at her mother and went upstairs.

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