Hermione adjusted the charms, just as Ginny had taught her in Hogsmeade, so that the dress hugged her in all the right places. She’d been right, the dress did fit like a second skin, but Ginny was also correct, it was perfect for her. Where she’d always found flaws in herself, she now viewed them differently. Her once too wide hips were perfectly accentuated by the soft fabric of the dress. She’d always envied the other girls in the tower growing up– with their "perfect tits" as she’d overheard many comments about Lavender in particular. She’d always been on the smaller side, but in this dress, she had cleavage, and what she would describe to be the perfect amount. At the end of their shopping trip, it was that feeling, the feeling of being perfectly imperfect, that drew Hermione back to purchase the dress. 