Hermione runs into Draco and his friend

"Honey, once you've put them on, they won't come off until you've spent the night in the lover's bed." Hermione stood agape, but the mirror went on,

"Or you could."

"Could what?" She did not want to be found in bed wearing this outfit in the morning when wake-up call came around.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of mentioning it."

"Could what!?" Hermione pressed.

Her reflection looked up at her coyly, "Well, it involves a man."

A long moment passed, where Hermione just stared at herself in the mirror. The she abruptly turned and started turning the room over.

"Where's a light. I've had enough of listening to you. There's got to be a light in here somewhere!"

Then she realized it, and kicking herself for the fool she'd been, she saw the crack of lamplight under the door to her room. She grinned at the mirror, saw her own face drop, but she felt the smile across her real lips. She took two long strides to the door and swung it open, light flooding the chamber and dazzling her. The satisfaction was momentary though. The abrupt disappearance of the mirror served as little comfort as the eyes of Draco Malfoy and a sprightly, young second year Hufflepuff girl raked up and down her body, taking in the exotic apparel. It was clearly all Draco could do to keep from erupting in laughter.