Hermione watched Narcissa go. She could still feel the warmth of Narcissa's hand even after she had departed and she had sat back down to try and get some work done. Her day was pretty much shot as she found it hard to concentrate.
The rest of the week went on pretty much the same way...
Waking up Saturday, she spent a long time trying to decide what to wear. Should it be work appropriate? Something very proper for a witch? Something Muggle to show that side of herself off?
She really didn't know. Finally, she picked a dark blue robe that hugged her curves and showed off a hint of cleavage but was also quite proper and of a slightly-conservative style.
Arriving at her office, she pretended to do work and tried to calm her nerves as she waited for Narcissa to arrive.