Harry smoothed his hands over the black suit jacket and slacks he'd been advised by Hermione to wear. She hadn't mentioned a tie, so he'd skipped it and had left his simple white button-down open at the top.
Draco would have called this outfit more boring than Boxing Day.
As the door to the unnamed restaurant was held open for him, Harry frowned. Lately, more than ever before, Draco's voice had been whispering to him; all of Harry's doubts personified by that damn lilting, snobby tone.
He found Hermione, elegantly dressed in blue, sitting almost in the exact middle of the dining room. "I thought you said we'd have some privacy here?"