"Hermione!" a voice called out.
I turned around and was greeted with the grinning face of my boyfriend, Harry Potter. I smiled. I was truly lucky to have such a sweet and loving boyfriend.
"Hey baby," I greeted him, grabbing his hand with mine.
He blushed and then pulled something out of his bag. It was a perfect little daisy. My favorite flower. I hugged him. "It's beautiful," I whispered in his ear.
"So are you," he whispered back.
We walked hand in hand to the Great Hall for supper. We sat down with Ron, Lavender, Pavarti, Dean, and Neville. I smiled at each of them. Ron was shoving roast chicken into his mouth and making quite a big mess. Lavender and Pavarti were staring at him disgustedly, as little pieces of food flew out of his mouth.
"So what are you guys doing tonight?" Dean asked us.
"Going to bed early, probably," I responded. Fucking Draco Malfoy I thought.
"Too bad," Dean said. "Ravenclaw's having a party. You guys should come, though. You can sleep tomorrow, Hermione."
Harry glanced at me, his eyes hopeful. I sighed. "But we can't stay out too late," I told him.
I'd have to find Draco. Tell him that tonight's rendezvous was off. Too bad.
"Well," I blurted out. "I've gotta go send an owl to a friend. I'll see you guys at the party."
"I'll come with you," Harry said.
"No, that's ok hon. You stay here with everyone else. I'll see you at the party."
"Ok babe," he sighed.
I headed off to the owlery and scribbled a note out to Draco, telling him not to come tonight. I tied the note onto a fuzzy brown owl. "Take this to Draco Malfoy," I told it.
I went back to the dormitory to get ready for the party. I opened my wardrobe to decide on something to wear. I wanted to wear something that would catch Harry's attention... something that would maybe let him know it was time to do a little more.
I pulled out a tight pair of jeans and a low cut red halter top. It was cropped at the bottom and showed my midriff. That summer I'd gotten my belly button pierced. The ring had a pair of cherries dangling from it. I completed the outfit with some strappy red stilettos.
I used a charm to straighten my hair and pull it back in a sloppy twist, with a few strands breaking free. I made sure that you could see a little bit of the red strap to my thong from the jeans. There was no way Harry was going to be able to resist this.