"I always thought you were...much too mature for the boys that you were always around." Narcissa said with a coy shrug. "You seem like you need a more...intellectual equal. Someone more on your level." Narcissa carefully avoided gendering anything, not wanting to give away that she thought she might be that equal...
Narcissa was about to try to get more out of Hermione when Malkin returned. She tried her best not to show the disappointment on her face.
As Hermione went to the dressing room, Malkin moved over to the table with the embroidery and beads for Narcissa's gown and began talking about the possibilities for Narcissa's gown. Narcissa tried her best to listen and respond, but she was distracted as she noticed that the curtain was not completely closed.
As subtly as she could she watched Hermione through the space granted by the slightly ajar curtain. She felt like a bit of a lecherous pervert, watching the younger girl undress, but she couldn't stop herself. The girl's body...it was awe-inspiring to Narcissa, and she could only catch glimpses of it from the bit she could see. But her imagination filled in the rest. When Hermione bent down, Narcissa's eyes widened as she saw the state of the girl's knickers. Was Hermione aroused? By what? Surely not Narcissa, right? Narcissa tried her best not to let her cheeks turn too red.
Turning back to Malkin as it seemed Hermione was almost dressed, Narcissa tried to calm herself down. When Hermione came out though, she had to start all over again as she was met with the stunning image of Hermione in such a beautiful shade of red.
As Narcissa was momentarily caught speechless, Malkin easily filled the silence. "Ah, perfect! Ms. Black was so right, red is a stunnign color on you dear!"