"Bossy," he chided her with a wicked glance, but his long, elegant fingers were working at the buttons on his robes with quick sure movements. Hermione's robe fluttered to the floor in heaps of grey cloth just before his – far less buttons, being as her robes had been more of a cloak atop her floor-length wizarding style dress – and she took the chance to take off her heels, kicking them carelessly aside and watching as Malfoy draped his robes over the back of the couch.