As the burning sensation receded, Hermione took a moment to get used to her new body. She glanced down at her transformed hands; Pansy had long, slender fingers tipped with glossy silver nail varnish. She hummed pensively, wondering whether this was something Draco liked—whilst she’d rather not emulate  Pansy Parkinson  of all people, she would, of course, do anything for him. She’d never noticed him taking any particular interest in something so trivial, though perhaps in private such things mattered to him.