"Only if I may call you Hermione." Narcissa smiled lightly, taking a secret pleasure in the sound of her name on the young woman's tongue. She was glad that this informality was accepted, as she hoped more and more for a more personal relationship with the brunette witch. Though she recognized that the extent she would like the personal relationship to go was much more inappropriate.
Narcissa's lips quirked as she noted Hermione's blush. It was positively adorable! She hoped to see more of the girl blushing.
Walking the rest of the short distance in a comfortable silence, Narcissa did honestly enjoy the scenery beyond the pretty witch beside her. Though she chose to ignore the few stares she got. She had gotten used to them after the war. Many people held her in a negative light and still considered her very much a dark witch. Many had called for her to be sent to Azkaban with her ex-husband.
Arriving at Madame Malkin's, Narcissa held the door for Hermione before entering herself, where she was greeted gratefully, as she was known here as a big spender. Quickly the desk clerk went to retrieve Madame Malkin herself.