Of course, Hermione didn’t care about the wedding. But there was still a part of her that wanted to feel beautiful on her wedding day. A small girl that didn’t get enough chances in her life to be the center of attention not because she was saving someone or fighting in a war. Just because she was. The last time that she felt this way was at the Yule ball. Although Ron managed to ruin it for her in the end. But before that, she felt so different. So confident, so free, just carelessly dancing around for at least one night. She finally managed to escape from Harry’s drama and worry of a new war, to live her life. That night she was just a girl, without a single worry in the world. Part of her was still hoping to find that feeling once more even at times like this. Even if she was going to marry someone that she doesn’t love.