"Draco come on we’re going to be late!" Hermione grumbled as she slipped her feet into her heels, weaving the cords up her shins before tying them off just below her knee. "I feel like an idiot" He snapped back from the bedroom. "What sort of dress code is this anyway?" He muttered, although not quite enough for Hermione not to hear. "It’s Luna’s wedding, what do you expect?" Hermione inspected herself in front of her bedroom mirror, her dress a pastel blue, fitted to the contours of her body stopping just past her thighs. Over the dress she had a sheer covering that came down her arms and twinkled in the light. Her hair was free flowing, yet tame, intricate flowers weaved in and out of the curls.  