Hermione gasped as she took in her reflection; Gigi had truly outdone herself. Whatever she had used made Hermione look as though she was glowing, her skin soft and dewy and lightly reflective around her eyes and cheekbones. Her lips were painted a dark berry, and Hermione smiled to herself as she imagined Draco’s reaction. She hoped they’d manage a nice evening before he dragged her away to shag her within an inch of her life, but as long as that was the ultimate outcome, she supposed she wasn’t all that picky about the rest of it. 