"Oh?" Hermione asked, her breath hitching in her throat as she did. Had Narcissa seen her paired with a girl as a better option? Did she, somewhere in her mind, see Hermione as a possibility? She was afraid to hope that was the case.
Hermione shrugged trying to be coy. She wasn't sure what to say. Luckily, she was saved by the return of Madame Malkin.
She cleared her throat and nodded. Making her way into the dressing room, Hermione closed the curtain. At least, she thought she had. The curtain remained open like it had for Narcissa.
Slowly, she started to strip out of her dress down to her bra and knickers. The ache between her legs almost caused her to touch for a second for a moment of relief but she managed to stop herself. However, when she bent over to take off her shoes, Hermione's little proof of arousal was evident for a moment.
Donning one of the dresses, one of blood red fabric, she emerged and stood waiting to hear any reaction from Madame Makin or Narcissa.