Hermione was in an overstuffed chair in his Mother’s Palor of the Manor, two fabric swatches floating around her.  Pansy and his Mother sat in flanking chairs talking animatedly over the various samples. Words like "tacky’ and "over-done’ floated across the room as Hermione plastered her most engaging smile across her face and if he didn’t know her so well, he might almost have believed it. 