A loud camera click snapped her out of it. Hermione put on her best fake smile and clutched Draco’s hand tighter as they walked to the grand entrance. She swore under her breath, feeling the golden dress stretching behind her tangle. It seemed so comfortable and beautiful right until the moment she stepped under the cameras. Now all Hermione could think about was how it pricked her chest and back. She fought the urge to scratch her entire body and straightened her back. It was her decision to wear this dress. No matter how much Draco asked her to pick the red one he gave to her as a Christmas present, she refused. It was special and she wouldn’t waste it on such a meaningless crowd.