Everything in her surroundings suddenly turned dreamlike when Hermione joined Draco. He was as handsome as ever, perhaps even more so as he took her hands in his. He was wearing a formal black suit, the jacket long and covering a crisp white linen shirt and bowtie. The normally loose strands of his platinum hair were styled back in a way that made Hermione want to run her hands through it. But it wasn’t his appearance, so much as his expression, that made her heart want to beat right out of her chest. 