Draco stepped out in the main room and Hermione openly gawped at him. His chest was bare, save for a wrap of leaves and flowers adorning one pectoral and down his arm to his elbow. His trousers were a deep green and very fitted, Hermione couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his seeker thighs wrapped in tight material. His dragonhide boots had been transfigured into more Robin Hood esq boots and he clasped a decorative belt around his waist to provide a modicum of privacy. He had nothing to be ashamed of in that department, but thought it was best to keep things hidden away at a wedding.