It felt too soon to be accepting dinner party invitations as a couple. They'd only been together six months, but Percy had insisted that the invitation was for both of them. To give him credit, Oliver had asked her if she wanted to go and in the heat of the moment she had panicked and said yes. So now they were going to have dinner with Percy and his fiancée.
Hermione sighed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. After 10 minutes of toing and froing she had settled on the dress she had already decided she was going to wear. She sighed again, smoothing out her skirts. She wasn't sure why she was making such a song and dance of a dress. It was an informal dinner date. She was not meeting the Queen. But she wanted to make a good impression. Percy and Audrey were Oliver's friends and as his girlfriend she wanted to be presentable.
"You keep frowning like that the wind will change and your face will be stuck like that." Hermione turned to her boyfriend and in a childish act stuck her tongue out at him. Oliver just laughed, getting up from the bed to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
"You look beautiful." His smile broadened as a slight blush rose in her cheeks. It was subtle, but he knew it was there. She always seemed to blush when he complimented her, as though she was surprised someone would find her attractive.
"Thank you." He kissed the top of her head.
She turned away from the mirror and looked him up and down, exaggerating the look just to amuse him.
"You don't look bad yourself. Who knew you owned clothes that were not Quidditch related?" He frowned at her.
"Remind me why I keep you around?" Hermione laughed, leaning up to softly kiss his cheek.
"I ask myself that everyday."
"I'll tell you why," He drew her close and she found herself leaning into his embrace. "You are beautiful, smart, amazing and you could kill me with a thought. Very powerful aphrodisiac that." She batted his arm as he laughed.
From somewhere in the flat a clock chimed the hour.
"Come on, Percy is a stickler for punctuality."