Hermione had opted for an off white muggle wedding dress, its straps falling delicately off her shoulders, the bodice hugging her body, the intricate satin backed french lace highlighting her tiny waist, before layers of tulle floated softly to the ground. She loved how the dress showed her off, it wasn’t engulfing her, it simply enhanced her. Thanks to the ladies in her life, she had her old, new, borrowed and blue. Her mum had cried when she gave her something old, an antique pearl necklace worn by generations of brides on her side. Narcissa, Pansy and Ginny embraced the tradition, having never heard of it before, Narcissa lending her a pair of earrings that perfectly matched her necklace. Whilst the girls opted for a beautiful silver hair clasp, currently holding back a small section of her sleekly tamed waves off of her face, for her something new. As for her blue, well that was carefully hidden under her dress, a wedding gift for Draco eyes only.