Glancing over to look down the back of her dress, Hermione can't contain the flush that rises faintly on her cheeks, the contentment that she feels while in the dress. It's a little bit frivolous, she has to admit. She wants to purchase the dress rather than rent it, wants to have it in her closet to revisit at a moment's notice. Wants to save it so that if she ever has a daughter, her daughter can at least play pretend with the dress, and imagine what her own wedding could look like someday.

"I think I might do a secret reveal. I could Transfigure the dress, too, making it look slightly different just in case he peeks, though I don't think he will," Hermione murmurs, tilting her head in contemplation. "If he were pickier about fashion, I would probably want to show him the dress first. But he isn't, really. So I would rather save that special moment for the ceremony."