She heard Dobby give a little cough, still with his ears tightly sealed over his eyes and Hermione lifted her arms to allow the dress to rise above her and then fall around her shoulders and down her legs. It was floor length and the amount of fabric turned out to be a long and sheer trail falling behind her, attached to her waist. The sheer fabric glittered even more than the rest of the dress. Then she gently felt Dobby's magic adjust the dress around her upper body, though it wasn't much that needed to be done. Draco had been right, he was intimately aware of her measurements. The dress hung on her perfectly like nothing she had ever worn before.