Hermione stared at the mirror in front of her and failed to recognize who she was. The handmaidens had combed her hair, and adorned it with silver ornaments. They helped her slip into a long silk dress that comfortably hugged her body. It was a night gown more than anything and suddenly, it occurred to her that in a few minutes, she would be in Draco’s arms wearing nothing but a silk cover that he was to take off when he claimed her. 