Today, it seemed that Hermione had been invited to attend a gala. Narcissa had practically thrown a gown in her direction with an added sneer of, "Based on your daily choice of wardrobe, I had a feeling that you were in need of a suitable dress. If my son insists that you are to accompany him to this event, then I will not have you embarrassing our family in front of the guests." She had nodded, not bothering to mutter her gratitude. Narcissa didn't want nor need it.