Brunch Preparation: A Surprise Encounter
"Hermione Granger," Circe called in concern as the witch stood drinking coffee and looking out the window, "Shouldn't you be wearing less clothing? Perhaps something more sheer? Is it mid-winter?"
"My jumper and denims are perfectly appropriate for brunch, Circe." Hermione thought that she looked fine. She'd already used a bunch of Sleekeasy on her hair so that she'd be less recognizable as she left Diagon Alley for Muggle London.
"For the love of all that is holy, please put on at least a skirt so that the prince might gaze upon your calves and trim ankles. He very much seemed to like them when he was here the other day."
"Circe," Hermione looked up in alarm, "Do you know something that I don't?"
"I shouldn't think so," Circe deflected, examining her nails as she had seen Pansy do when she didn't wish to answer a query. The witch had a number of mannerisms that Circe was attempting to emulate.
"Is Draco Malfoy coming to brunch today?" Hermione nervously squeaked.
"Pansy and Ginevra did say that it was a possibility when they were here yesterday for dinner. Were you not paying attention?" Circe raised a questioning eyebrow.
Hermione shook her head in dismay and then looked down at her oversized jumper and denims. They were new and well fitted but nothing to write home about. Perhaps she should change. She had time after all, but this was definitely not because she was interested in Draco Malfoy.