Stereotypical
“Why are you laughing at me, Granger?” Draco gave her his best glare, which was honestly not that great, considering the fact that her delighted giggling was one of his favorite sounds in the world.
“I— it’s just…could you look any more stereotypically Slytherin, with your dark green acromantula silk sweater and at least five pieces of goblin-made jewelry? It’s like you’re trying to dress up like a caricature.” Hermione tried to stifle a grin.
“I’ll have you know that one of these pieces is of muggle provenance, and I even threw on some gold pieces so as to avoid being entirely in Slytherin colors!” Draco drew himself up and sniffed in mock outrage. “Look, when you say you’re taking me out to a fancy dinner, I’m going to go all out. I don’t want anyone to say I don’t take fine dining seriously even if it’s at a muggle establishment.”
“Oh, I’m certainly not complaining, love. You look good enough that I’m considering just canceling the reservation and taking the jewelry back off,” she said in a low voice as she reached behind his neck to undo one of the many clasps.
“Stop that!” He swatted her hands away. “If I’m going to take the time to source all of this and put together an outfit, people other than you are going to see it!”
“You absolute peacock,” Hermione laughed again as she went to put her coat on. “You’re just hoping to end up in Vogue again in that ‘Best of Street Style’ section, as if your ego isn’t big enough already!”
“Let me blow the muggles away with my impeccable style first, then I’ll show you something else that’s big,” he smirked as he followed her out the door.