Exiting the bathroom in her towel, she rushed to her bedroom. Before she closed the door, she saw him perched on the edge of her couch reading what appeared to be an Austen novel, his still full tumbler beside him. Frantic, she viewed her closet, already knowing nothing would be sufficient. She wanted to dress as sophisticated as they were, and she was regretting she hadn’t took Pansy up on her offer.Annoyed at the fuss she was putting into her appearance, she grabbed a light green dress. It was a seasonably warm day and she didn’t know where they were headed. The dress fell to mid-calf and the skirt flowed out from the fitted waist. The top was off shoulder, and she felt quite pretty in it. Turning to her hair, Hermione blew out a sigh and didn’t bother trying to wrestle the tresses. She braided it back and dabbed a bit of makeup on her face.Color bloomed high on her cheeks and she found she was quite excited. She hadn’t been out for quite some time and there was an appeal to spending it with Draco. She was wary of his friends, but she vowed to keep an open mind. Pleased with her appearance, she threw on a pair of white sandals, her wand and purple beaded bag. She gathered her courage and threw open her bedroom door.She emerged into the living room and Malfoy’s eyes shot up to hers. She watched as he slowly shut the book, not marking his page, and placed it carefully on the table with his glass. He stood and straightened his jacket, eyes never leaving hers. That same thrill buzzed down her back when she watched his eyes drift down her frame and back up to her face. Unsteady under his intense gaze, she fidgeted with her wand."Are you ready? It’s nearly six." Still silent, he nodded and walked to the door opening it for her. A flash of orange appeared, and she bent down to pet Crookshanks, promising to be back soon."He glared at me. Even hissed once." She huffed a laugh."He’s got a thing about tall, brooding blondes." It was his turn to laugh. Smiling, she moved out the front door.She offered him her elbow and a shock ran through the contact. She started, searching his eyes. They were unguarded and, in the sunlight, the blue specks were sparkling against the silver.Draco brushed a piece of hair that escaped behind her ear. Her breath caught in her throat as he dragged a knuckle across her cheek. Saying nothing, he flicked his wand, sending them off into the void of spinning colors, leaving Hermione’s stomach and the butterflies that had bloomed behind.