A grand staircase, Hermione stood at the top upon what Draco recognized to be an intricately woven Turkish rug. Her hair cascaded in waves down her back. Her olive skin glowed what could only be from frequent sun exposure. Freckles dotted the exposed skin of her wrists, and her neck. She wore ornate jewels on her wrists, in her ears, on her neck, through her nose. Draco was so entranced that he nearly missed the coy smile she threw his way before she turned to continue walking.