Hermione was sitting on the makeup chair, getting her face properly beaten. She wondered where Malfoy was, as he had left the room by the time she was dressed. She had walked the way to Ginny’s room with her heels in hand, not ready to put them on. Her long satin dress, of a deep forest green shade, delicately held in her hand as not to crease it. The material reached her ankles in the front but touched the ground behind her feet, with a slit over her left leg to facilitate movement. In addition, it had a very respectable dip in the front as well as in the back, tied by small bows on the shoulder and fitted just around the middle so that the dress swished beautifully with each movement. 