The person before him couldn't possibly be the Hermione Granger he knew and hated. She walked through those grand doors into the magnificently decorated hall, in an exquisite gown of periwinkle blue, with a sense of regality and elegance that he never thought she possessed. Gone was the girl who was usually weighed down by a bag filled with dozens of books slung over her shoulder. Instead, there stood a lady who carried herself far differently with an air of newfound confidence. Her hand rested atop the arm of her Bulgarian date, a radiant smile on her face. She was utterly stunning.