Earlier...
Hermione was getting dressed by the maids in the chamber room. She stood in front of the large mirror as her maids did the ropes at the back of her dress.
She wasn't even watching herself, or the fine dress she was donning on this evening but somebody else who was sitting on the couch with their legs outstretched on a stool.
Hermione's mind wandered to the night before. She was finally a woman, she thought solemnly as a blush crept on her face.
She couldn't explain the joy she was feeling at the moment, it was beyond overwhelming.
And She wished for more to happen.
She wondered how it would feel to be totally loved by him. For him to completely be obsessed with her.
Her train of thoughts was plunged to a sudden halt when the ropes at the back of her dress was pulled tightly.
