As Hermione readied herself in the foyer of her flat, she called, "Hurry up or we're going to be late," towards the bedroom.

Draco Malfoy walked out of said room and Hermione turned to see him in his Mr. Darcy costume. Complete with cravat, boots, and a sour expression.

The look on his face put him into character so well that Hermione could not help but burst into peals of laughter.

"That's it. I'm taking it off," Draco said indignantly and turned to go back into the bedroom.

Hermione ran to stop him, saying, "No, no, no, no, no! Draco, you look…quite dashing." He proceeded to give her a glare.

"No really."

"I can't believe you're making me wear this."

"Hey, you were the one who agreed to come with me to Ginny's 'Happily-Ever-After' party."

"Leave it to Cherry to choose such an idiotic idea for her engagement party's theme," he muttered.

"Be nice, Draco."

"But did you have to pick Pride and Prejudice? I mean, I know it's your favorite book and it's the first book we actually had conversation about and all but still."

"Stop whining. It doesn't suit you."

"Au contraire, madam, but I am still quite the spoiled little boy at heart. And what was it we do when we don't get our way? Oh yes. We whine."

"No need to be bitter, Malfoy."

"I have every right to be bitter since you picked out this ridiculous costume."

"Would you rather I had chosen for us to go as Wendy and Peter Pan? With tights?"

He grumbled incoherently.

"I thought so," she said as she fixed his jacket. "And besides, now I can bring my Mr. Darcy fantasies to life."

He smiled down at her, taking note of the mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"And what makes you think I would take part in said fantasies?"

"Because, dear Mr. Darcy, you seem to find me quite hard to resist," she replied, grinning back,