"Of course I can," he said with a dismissive shrug of one shoulder, and a half-smirk, leaving Hermione agreeing with a nod and stupidly shy smile, while inwardly wondering where and how on earth she was going to get an appropriately dressy outfit in time. And then Malfoy turned the conversation neatly back to lighter subjects, lifting the stomach-twisting tension for the remainder of breakfast, thank Merlin. But all Hermione could think about beneath the appearance of relaxed chat was dinner, her nerves already balling up in tightly-strung knots.