Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and sighed.   She'd done what she could, but no amount of fussing could make her look like the proper type of Veela.  Still, her hair was held back, she'd found a great black suit in a thrift store, and she even had a lady-like pin found on another thrifting adventure.  That it happened to be rhinestones and glass shaped like a peacock feather was her own little joke to herself.  Cosmetic charms applied, one last look at herself, and she pushed open the door and went out to the living area where Malfoy waited.  He'd managed not to yell back that she was taking too long, and they'd be late, and she felt the usual, annoying surge of emotion that he was simply wonderful.