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"Ginny I don't know about this...I know I said I wanted to be sexy but where exactly is the rest of the material?", The brunette asked as she viewed the dress hanging on her closet door. Ginny sprays a can of flowery smelling hairspray before stepping back and raising her hands in triumph.
" Viola, you look like a vixen Hermione. No! Don't look yet, close your eyes. I'll help you into your dress, don't peek Hermione. You need to see the full effect", Ginny warns as she sauntered over to her dress.
Hermione admires Ginevra's girl next door look. She chose to play on her natural beauty by leaving her long red tresses as soft curls that glinted gold in the light. She was in a simple blood-red dress of lace that was weaved tightly around her petite athletic body until tapering of near her thighs. A few soft shreds of lace hung past her legs like willow leaves. She paired the dramatic dress well with black biker boots and a black leather jacket with her Quidditch number seven sewn on the back. Hermione quickly closes her eyes when the redhead turns around with the dress. Hermione clumsily puts the thin dress on before groaning at the feel of Ginny putting high heels on her; she follows blindly as Ginny places her in front of the oval mirror.
"Okay you sexy bitch, Riddle is simply going to blow one when he sees you. Go on open your eyes." , Ginny says as she leans onto the stone pillar that supported Hermione's large bedroom. "I told you that Riddle has nothing to...holy hell Gin.", Hermione gasps as she stares in shock at the woman reflected before her. Ginny smiled pleased with the outcome.
Hermione Granger never really considered herself sexy, she knew she was attractive but more in a cute bookish way. However, Hermione Granger felt she finally fit the description as she stared at herself in the mirror.
The black leather bondage dress wrapped around her body hugging her curves like oil. It was held up by small leather strings that criss-crossed along her collarbone before reaching down her shoulder blades. The dress ended a couple of inches barely from her knees and gave her appealing curves. Hermione stares at the black crystal spiked heels that elongated her legs to a significant height before staring at her long hair. Ginny somehow managed to straighten her curly hair into long siren waves that reached towards the middle of her waist. With her large brown eyes swathed in the black smoke and a flick of eyeliner at the corner of her almond eyes, (Ginny called it a cat eye, and she now understood why) she looked the part of a rule-breaking vixen. Not only did Hermione Granger look drop dead gorgeous but she felt powerful as well, though she was sure that aura was always there.
" Ginny I look amazing, you seriously have a knack for all this.", Hermione hugs her before choosing the matte maroon lipstick the witch held before her. Hermione holds her lips in place as her close friend applies a thick layer of their house color. " There now you're perfect. We have about fifteen minutes before we have to leave, the other girls said they would meet us in the Gryffindor locker room before heading over to the Slytherins.", Ginny helps Hermione put on her long heavy robe to keep her warm during the trek outside. Hermione stared in the mirror thinking something was missing.
"Hey Ginny are you sure we shouldn't at least tell Harry where we are going, you know in case he worries?", Hermione asks as she stares at the tips of her hair, an idea forming. " Ginny applies black lipstick before scoffing at her suggestion. " No thank you. Your brother and I are on a break until he stops being a jealous git. I can have male friends without him thinking I'm going to shag the entire Quidditch team, although the idea would be amusing to experiment on.", Ginny says as she begins applying eyeliner to her own brown eyes. Hermione shakes her head softly at the redhead's blunt personality. Hermione was quite used to her brother and Ginny breaking up and getting back weeks later, she was also used to the youngest Weasley's vulgar mouth and openness on the art of sexuality, or at least that's what she calls the act of fornication.
Hermine steps back as she absently chewed on her wand tip in thought, perhaps it was too much? Hermione flicks her eyes to the bust ginger before her. "Hey Gin do you think this is too much?", Hermione stares in the reflection as her friend looks at the head girl. Ginny smiles wickedly before whistling like a wolf. "I mean we are going to a rock concert with Slytherins, do mine please?", Ginny jumps up and down as Hermione motions her over.
Tom Riddle stares at the frosted Quidditch pitch in serious thought, he observed his men as they waited for the Gryffindors. Draco Malfoy stood staring in the fire as he drowned his inhibitions. Riddle admitted that at times the silver aristocrat was more trouble than he was worth however he wasn't ready to dispose of Draco Malfoy just yet, the Malfoy line was global and would suit his reign well. Leaving Hogwarts would give Tom more freedom to recondition the soft pureblood into a proper dark wizard. The man was too kind-hearted, Riddle thinks with face blank of emotion. The green fire flickered in his eyes as he continued his assessment of his inner circle.
Felix Rosier and Theodore Nott, Tom's grunt man, were red-faced as the took shots of absthine with Lestrange. Tom considered the two only important due to their lines. Rosier's father owned an up-and-coming black market for magical items, which Rosier jr will be inheriting shortly. Nott was brilliant and was able to carry out orders without questions. Two of Tom Riddle's favorite attributes in followers. Lestrange was another case. He was a difficult, very loyal yet he lacked subtly. Tom figured he would have to dispose of him before becoming Minister of Magic. Lestrange was too much of a liability. Not like Zabini. The Heir turns his gaze to the dark-skinned Italian man, who was naturally ready to catch Tom's gaze. Blaise Zabini nods respectfully before returning to Draco's story about Longbottom's latest potion disaster.
Tom respected Zabini, the man was the perfect spy. Quiet, discreet, and he was very skilled at blending into busy crowds. The Italian wizard would be essential to international organizations. Tom is torn from his schemes as Draco offers him a silver flask before passing it to Zabini when the pale man declines. Riddle listen as his inner circle of followers discussed whom the head girl may bring with her.
"I hope she brings that firey little redhead Ginny Wesley; she looks like a naughty little thing. Honestly, Boy wonder and Ginny should stay broken up. He couldn't possibly be tapping that ass right.", Felix Rosier says as he burps loudly. Zabini throws him the flask as he saunters over to the roaring fireplace with a polished stride. "I have dibs on Weasley, we've had tension on the field since third year. I would love to show her the ways I could dominate her off the field.", Zabini says as he stares into the fire with calculating eyes.
Malfoy laughs as he takes a long drag from a rolled joint " If I don't recall my dear friend, last season Weasley kicked your ass in the finals. Maybe she will do the dominating in the bedroom; I hear Gryffindor women like control.", Malfoy raises his eyebrows before coughing and passing the dragon weed to Romulus Strange who silently observes the interaction with hallow eyes. Zabini raises his eyes brow at the hackled laughter of his fellow snakes, " If I don't recall it was Potter who won the game last season and was you not our Seeker? I certainly hope Miss Granger doesn't bring Potter and King Weasel because you two will waste your time in a circle jerk", Zabini grabs the joint, raising his eyebrows as Draco Malfoy mimicked his conceited mannerisms, the group continues to laugh at the best friends quarrels.
Tom Riddle peers out of the tent flap and notices five forms shuffling through the frosted mist. They were a peculiar group he notes. Tom raises one eyebrow as he sees on twirling through the fog, another seemed to be floating several feet from the ground in swayed movements as they trek onwards. Tom releases an animalistic growl upon noticing his witch's outline among the others. His eyes grow dark as he turns to his followers. "Silence, it seems the lion pack is here, and they seem to have brought a little birdy with them.", Riddle says before closing the flap and positioning himself over the fireplace. Nott puts out the joint in well-contained excitement. " Tonight is going to be epic; Were you able to capture a glimpse of who was with her, my lord? I hope she didn't bring Potter and Weasley. ", Nott asks as he stared at his master with a respectful bow. Tom Riddle shakes his head softly before flickering his blue eyes back to the entrance.
"Hermione wouldn't bring Potter and Weasley, they would only hinder her. She's curious about our lifestyle, she wants to taste freedom. I shall not deny her a tempting taste.", Riddle says in finality, his eyes glued to the tent flap in hunger. The rest of the Slytherin men go silent at the change of energy in the room.