The washroom door opened with an energetic force, and Ginny swept out of the entrance in a dramatic manner, arms wide open.
"Ta-dah!" The redhead exclaimed to an empty dorm. Dinner began half an hour ago serving only to benefit Hermione as it ensured she would have the attentions of every mortal within the castle walls.
Hermione tentatively followed Ginny out of the washroom, her earlier confidence dropping with every step she took. Ginny, of course, did not disappoint living up to her usual standards.
"Are you sure Ginny? This seems a bit… over the top." Hermione paused trying to find the best way to voice her concerns.
"Hermione," Ginny said, her voice stern, "When have I ever been wrong? Trust me; you look gorgeous." The two girl's noses were touching, and Hermione looked down losing the staring contest.
"If you're sure," Hermione's voice tapered off.
"I'm hungry, let's go!" Exasperated Ginny grabbed Hermione's wrist, lurching her forward towards the Great Hall.
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The large doors leading into the Great Hall opened slowly. The dark oak swung inwards creating a dramatic display, the mystery building as who lay behind the doors so late into dinner.
Ginny gave Hermione a sharp shove into the Hall in the direction of the Slytherin table. The clacking of Hermione's heels seemed to catch the student body's attention. Silence immediately fell over the hall, and it seemed as if the occupant's had been hit with a stunning spell. Pieces of cutlery fell from a couple students' hands, the noise echoing loudly throughout the hall.
As if that was her cue, Ginny dashed over to an empty seat beside her brother leaving Hermione alone at the front of the Hall. The Sorting Hat had some nerve sorting that redheaded minx into Gryffindor, Hermione thought nastily.
Hermione mentally shook her head, as she looked down at her outfit. Hermione held a pale skin tone, a creamy white. This was perfect, or so Ginny had told her. It allowed the brunette to steer away from the recurrent colours that screamed seduction. The dress was made of lightweight imitation velvet dyed a vibrant sapphire. A silk ribbon rode low on her hips giving the impression that it was a two piece outfit. The upper half of the dress hugged Hermione's torso tightly, stretching up to a high neckline wrapping around her neck.
Earlier Hermione had asked Ginny why she was hiding her best assets rather than using them to her advantage. Ginny laughed her naivety and explained that the snug fit of the outfit accentuated the perfect form of her chest. She further explained that the turtleneck was often sneered upon as being overly conservative. The truth, Ginny told her, was that unlike a shirt that spilled half one's cleavage, the turtleneck could night hide any flaws a girl might have.
The velvet material reached only as far as her side, leaving her back exposed. The lower half of the dress was pleated – an imitation of the school skirts – and cut off at mid thigh. The skirt dipped into a 'V' cut, accentuating the muscles of Hermione's lower back, the material stopping shy of her tailbone. Thin silk strings laced the dress together, forming the letter 'X' three times, holding key points of the dress stable.
Hermione glanced back up feeling over three thousand sets of eyes upon her. A certain grey set had caught her attention, and she slowly made her way over to the platinum blonde. If anyone could make it a Friday night interesting, it would have been Draco Malfoy. Hermione steps were cautious and calculated. It was not often she was found wearing four inch stilettos, the only support being the sapphire silk string that laced up her calf. The heels pushed up Hermione's calves and arse causing her hips to sway seductively side to side.
Previous to entering the Hall, Hermione placed a calming charm on herself, relaxing nerves that she knew would have been completely haywire otherwise. Taking a deep breath she approached the Slytherin.
"Ferret," Hermione breathed seductively, her lips grazing the tip of his ear.
"I am not interested in your services Mudblood." His voice was harsh and controlled, and he glared at his plate, his body rigid.
Hermione lifted a leg placing her foot across his lap onto the seat beside him. "Are you certain that you are not willing to reconsider?" The tip of her tongue flicked at the blonde's earlobe.
Malfoy held his body still, but she could see his eyes roaming following the length of her leg down past the hem of her dress. "Granger," he growled, "Remove your person from mine, and my presence if you are not about to tell me what you want."
Hermione's foot slipped off the bench, allowing her to reposition her body so she was effectively straddling the boy. "I thought I was making myself perfectly clear," her finger traced lightly down his chest as she spoke, stopping at the top of his pants. Brown eyes met grey, "on what I want.
"Midnight in the Astronomy Tower," she leaned in close, their lips almost touching. "Bring some friends." Hermione leaned back, a smirk gracing her lips. Malfoy held his taut frame, no emotion showing on his face. Hermione admitted that she would have been fooled had she not felt otherwise. She ground her hips into Malfoy, a spark forming in his eyes as he held back.
Pushing herself off the blonde Slytherin, Hermione made her way back to the seat that awaited her at the Gryffindor Table. It wasn't until she started eating that the Hall returned to its usual noise level. The atmosphere had changed dramatically, now filled with curiousity and disbelief.
Hermione finished her dinner tuning out the torrent of questions flying around the Gryffindor table; Ginny would give them the necessary information. Standing up to leave, Hermione once again held the attention of every person in the hall; unbeknownst to her, Professor Severus Snape was included.