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The Scarlet Dresser
July 5, 1890, London, England
She wore a dress made of scarlet silk and satin; she had an angel's body. The dress flowed at the bottom and tightened to a beautiful embroidered corset on top. Diamonds, rubies, gold, and silver were scattered all over her dress. Her mask was silk with black lace surrounding the edge. Designs similar to the dresses covered her half mask. You could only see her faces right side.
The dress trailed and had plenty of ruffles that most women couldn't pull off but she could. She wore matching red heels. Her dark brown tresses and cherry lips were beautiful with the pale skin; the contrast amazed me. Her walk was hypnotic and entrancing. The sway of her hips pulled me towards her. I walked forward and introduced myself. I bowed to the beauty before me and together we danced the night away.
She had been eyed by the whole group and men had dared to approach her. She politely declined their offers. The women were all talking about her. How she wore a mask when it wasn't a requirement. That she dared wear something so bold to this ball. The fact that she had let me lead her to the dance floor when no one else could.
After plenty of drinks she walked next to me and I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I walked with a girl like her in my arms. I had asked for a name she said not yet love. Later I asked again same answer. As we walked now she asked my name and I told her. She smiled and that made me smirk in my drunken state. We reached my room at the hotel and soon she had seduced me into bed. Finally after making me feel unbelievable passion she lay over me. Now I wrapped her in my arms and slept.
Later I woke up to find her in her scarlet dress again and she looked more gorgeous than before. As she leaned down and laid her silkily clothed body on my naked one and open mouthed kissed my neck. She licked and sucked leaving her mark. Then I felt fangs pierce my neck and I screamed. No one heard because her cold white hand flashed to my mouth muting the sound. She sucked my blood and I felt my life hanging.
Then she pulled away and I saw her face finally. During the sex she kept the mask now I knew in my last minutes who this enchantress was. "My name love is Hermione Granger. I leave you to burn in hell Draco darling." She had a melodious voice that could make a snarl beautiful. And as I thought that the light dimmed and time stopped.
Then the light, her smiling face, bright blood red dress and everything else disappeared. The last thing I saw were her chocolate brown eyes turn crimson. Matching her dress. Then I was consumed by darkness.