"Don't be ridiculous. I'm positive you're the only kind of date I'd be able to stand, going to a wedding. I might actually stay awake for the whole ceremony that way," she smirked, "if only to make sure I'm not going to wake up with a penciled-in mustache."
Hermione slid the box open and her eyes widened, "It's beautiful! And so perfect, my hair has had a mind of its own all night," to prove her point, another long curl fell out of her carefully made bun, and a fierce pout settled on her face. "Do you think you could help? Or should I get Ginny?" she asked, glancing suspiciously at her date again.
"Again? Is everyone taking up with Draco without me knowing? I feel so left out."