"It does make my job easier, though." Hermione mused as she brushed the fine cloth of the robes completely open to reveal the crisp white of his expensive linen shirt and pants. She flicked the bow that tied his silk hose to the braies. "I still haven’t gotten use to the way wizards are so uncaring about little things like bows and ribbon. Muggle men would feel totally emasculated by even the thought of little pastel ribbons holding up silk hose, yet here we are – Lucius Malfoy, probably one of the most "manly’ wizards around and you’re sporting peach ribbons with perfect little bows tying your underwear." Hermione pulled the bow and one of the little ribbons slid free. "I suppose it’s all a cultural thing, and to your lot ribbons and bows and soft colors are no less masculine than anything else. Dad always laughed about the "dresses’ you purebloods wore anyway. Mr. Weasley’s robes were always chuckled about – and not because of their shabbiness. Although, I always did wonder why Mrs. Weasley didn’t just sew new robes and save the money of the tailor. At least the children would have been in something that didn’t look thread bare. But, I’ve learned not to question Molly about anything parenting related. She has one way of doing things and it’s just far easier to not get her going. Can you tell me? Is it considered even more shameful to make your own than to wear worn out used?" Hermione undid the other bows and then slowly rolled the stockings off. "These are very fine silk. Did you have them imported?"