"Well, I've always thought that you were better that Ronald Weasley." Narcissa said, matching Hermione's grin with one of her own, laced with a tinge of haughtiness that is inherent in a Black. "Or any boy, for that matter."
Narcissa raised a perfectly shaped brow. "Oh? And what type of person would get the attention of the brightest witch of the age?" She had to stop herself from hoping it was something she could fill.
"You can use the dressing room dear, just come out here when you're done." Malkin explained. "And you can have a look in the mirror over there adn decide."