Rummaging through her wardrobe Hermione suddenly felt self-conscious. With Remus she never bothered worrying about things like this, whatever she had on was sufficient either because it was something of Remus’, and he loved how his scent marked her, or because it was going to wind up on the floor anyways. Would Draco think she was a slag if she wore her usual sleep shorts? They were rather short and could give the wrong impression. But maybe she wanted to give that impression? Gods, it shouldn’t be this complicated.