Draco’s mouth parted, and his eyes widened as he drank in the sight of Hermione. She was wearing a floor-length white gown that clung tightly to the curve of her hips. His eyes roved upward, making their slow ascent over her heaving breast restrained deliciously behind a prim corset. Her hair was secured half up and pinned back behind her ears. Riotous frizzy strands pleaded into large loose ringlets cascading down her back. Warm, creamy, tan skin glowing on her cheeks, made pale in comparison to her painted lips. Open, wide eyes stared back at him. Golden orbs like two twin halos to complete her look.