" You two could have told us you were dying your hair! Hermione, you look simply slutty, I love it.", Lavender Brown whispers as they trotted across he frozen Quidditch Pitch. She took this time to adjust her heavy breast to spill over her highlight purple latex dress, and she wobbled in her thigh high boots. Hermione laughs at her staggered steps before helping her over a solo broom left on the field. Ginny grabs the training broom and jumps on top of it like a muggle skateboarder. She glides around the wobbling girls with frozen puffs of air streaming from her black painted lips. " It was Hermione's idea, and it's quite brilliant, besides I think you're rocked out enough Lav." , Ginny motions to her ample chest before sticking her tongue out. She runs her finger through her red hair that ended in black ends. It had the effect of fire and smoke. She felt like a badass. Hermione chose to keep her soft brown hair but added deep maroon from her shoulders to the wavy tips reaching her waist.
" I think that we all look beautiful. The Slytherins will be pleased. I wonder in the Weird Sister's ninth band member will perform. He's a ghoul with a terrible case of stage fright, quite sad really," Luna murmurs as she waltzes through the frosted mist. Hermione had to agree the girls looked great; Luna wore a long silvery maxi dress that showed the barest curves of her waifish body through the shimmery material, her long white blonde hair glittered in the moonlight as she swirled about. Parvati Patil decided on a form-fitting halter top and long bondage skirt that showed off her pierced navel and its gold chain that wrapped around toward her lower back. Hermione had to admit that the swirls of blues and greens gave Patil's dark skin a shimmery glow she envied. The beautiful Indian woman added golden henna on her hands and weaved a gold thread throughout her thick braided bun. The girls were ready for a night of fun.
"Okay, ladies I see the Slytherin tent. Now I don't know what Slytherins are going to be here beside Riddle and Malfoy, perhaps Zabin. If anyone becomes uncomfortable, we can leave or go dance in the crowd. Understood?", Hermione asked as she puts her hands on the tent flap. The girls all shake their heads in unison.
"Let's go tango with some snakes.", Ginny says as Hermione holds the tent flap open.
Ginny glides through the opening with ease before jumping off the broom and kicking towards the opposite wall, where it floats gracefully awaiting its mistress. The Slytherin men stare in shock at the entrance. Ginny smirks as she glazes her eyes over the well dressed Slytherin men. She lingers her brown eyes on Zabini before curtseying satirically.
" Gentleman, I do hope you snakes will be playing nicely? I for one did not forget about your hairy prank a couple weeks ago" she teased as she walked towards the dark-skinned wizard grabbed his flask with a flirty smile and sipped the strong elven wine. Zabini stares at Rosier with a raised brow of triumph before commenting Ginny on her attire. "I'm sure we can agree to play nice if you agree to give me a dance Weaslette.", Draco says as he leers at her subtle curves. Ginny saunters over to Malfoy and grabs the joint from his mouth. She takes a drag and blows the greenish smoke into his smiling face. "Not a chance in the world, Ferret," Ginny says through puffs.
The rest of the girls enter one after the other until Hermione finally opens and closes the tent, securing the warm heat from within. Hermione finds Riddle instantly and smiles softly as he takes in her spiked heels, vibrant hair, and dramatic makeup in a raised eyebrow. She walks to him, her heart racing as she quickly removed her long furlined robe before she lost her courage. Hermione Granger is so mortified to see Riddle's reaction that she does not notice as the rest of the room grows silent as they all take in her change. Perhaps if she were more aware of her current surroundings, she would have noticed how the men ogled their head girls perfect body or more importantly how Romulus Lestrange leered at her with disgusted want before fixing his composure to resemble indifference. Unfortunately, at that moment, Hermoine had only eyes for Riddle who was donned in a forest green velvet suit and looked absolutely yummy. The astute Blaise Zabini is the only one who seemed to gaze over everyone's reaction, noting the dark look in Lestrages with curiosity.
Hermione felt her heart beat loudly as Tom Riddle stared as he seductively gives her a slow once-over. Tom knew the witch was leggy and curvy but did not realize how good it looked all tightly wrapped in a package this delectable. He wanted to run his hands over her hourglass frame as she begged for his cock. His witch looked like a seductive queen of insurmountable power. Although Riddle's mind was racing with all the dirty things he wanted to do with this curly minx, his face remained cool as he kissed her hand gently and wrapped his other arm around her small waist in possession. Ginny smirks at her creation as Lavander whistles and the group chuckles, breaking the sexual tension.
" You look utterly captivating Hermione," Riddle smiles as she shivers at the way her name slips from his lips. He turns to the rest of the women. " You all look ravishing; I'm sure my men agree. Now shall we go enjoy the night? This is a private Floo Network set up for our use tonight?", Riddle extends his arm towards the fireplace, and the large stone fixture explodes in a blinding emerald fire before simmering to a mellow verdant. Ginny and Zanin walk through first, arm and arm bickering about the dynamic of the Holy Headed Harpy's new Catcher. Lavender and Parvati grab hold of Rosier's arms before eagerly taking turns with his flask of vodka. Hermione stares concerned as Luna is handed a container as well from a smitten Theodore Nott, it seemed the polished pureblood had a crush on the beautiful silver-haired girl dancing through the flames. Tom Riddle grabs her chin gently, guiding her eyes from the fireplace and into his hungry ones.
" You have my word that my men will not harm any of your friends tonight. This is merely a night of merriment, I do hope you won't spoil the fun?", he teases, and she nods her head having heard enough from Ginny about the very same subject numerous times. "I promise to just have fun and not worry, although don't think for one second I trust you, any of you for that matter," Hermione says before crossing her arms over her chest in protection. Tom smiles before grabbing her fur robe and leading her towards the fireplace.
" That's the spirit sweetheart, I'm sure you will be able to not trust us and still have fun all at once," he jokes as they enter together. Hermione decided to not be a rule following swot for just one night. One night of rule-breaking fun would not dull her bright future. Besides she needed to give her gnawing curiosity a bone. A very sexy and tempting one, she flicks her eyes to Tom Riddle's form and shivers at his watching gaze He tightens his hold before they are swept away towards a sure night of pure mischievousness.