Upstairs, Draco walked out of the bathroom unrecognisable in a grey and black wide striped three piece suit with black bowtie, black moustache and his usual white blond hair now black and slicked down with a centre parting. On his shoulder sits a bewitched hand, moving as if it was its own being. He stares as Hermione pulls on her dress, catching a glimpse of the plunging neckline in the mirror. She casts a few glamour charms and her hair suddenly transforms from its usual mass of brown curls to a poker straight, jet black cascade down her back. She turns around and his mouth is agape, her usually creamy skin is now deathly pale, her lips a deep red and her body was wrapped tight in a skin hugging gown the only flared out away half way down her calves, creating a small trumpet covering her feet and allowing her a tiny area in which to walk. 