"I... Are you sure? We don't have to go out tonight if you have to um, do things." Hermione doesn't like thinking about what he does on those missions; she tries not to think about them at all, if she can, which isn't as often as she'd like. Malfoy shakes his head, fiddling nervously with his wand, and for a moment Hermione feels stupidly as though she's been asked on a date. She chases away the silly thought and takes out the brown boots in the package. They're low-heeled and ankle-high lace-up boots, lined with soft pygmy puff fur, and they look very slightly too big for her. It will be easy enough to shrink them if need be, though. They're lovely and luxurious, and like the cloak, undeniably expensive. Hermione doubts Malfoy had to pay for them though; Death eaters get things for free, one way or another.