To say that today was one of the worst she had in memory, Hermione couldn't honestly say. The day dragged on for far longer than it needed to be; with the twit from the department from magical cooperation coming to her office at five till to discuss something she had just owled him about not three minutes prior. Owls were quick, but not that quick.
The one saving grace of the day was the owl she had received from Ron asking her out to dinner and drinks that night. Only wishing she had more time to clean up, Hermione did the best she could - a clean robe she kept in her office for emergencies and a quick spritz of parfume later; she was ready to go. Her heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Ron tonight.
Apparatimg to The Three Broomsticks, Hermione walked inside and shed her cloak as she saw Ron waving her over to the table. She sat down in the chair across from him. "Hello Ron," Hermione smiled sweetly. "How was your day?"