Prompt: Lipstick
Leaning forward into the mirror, Hermione lifted the red lipstick to her bottom lip. Dabbing carefully, she put just a small amount on before she covered it with the lid and slid it back into her bag. Turning back to the mirror, she used her middle finger to spread it out.
Smacking her lips together, she raised a hand to fluff up her loose curly hair. Leaning forward she reached through the top of her shirt to scoop and swoop her boobs to make them appear larger.
With one last check in the mirror, she returned to the main area of the bar.
Spotting her friends, she began to make her way back to the table. After a step, she felt the hair on the back of her neck raise. A second later, a hand wrapped around her forearm jerking her to a stop.
"What are you doing?" Tom Riddle. What the hell was he doing here tonight? He would wreck her plans.
Glancing back at the table and the man she had hoped to go home with, Hermione turned a light glare on Tom. "I'm out with some friends. Those are people that you enjoy spending time with and that enjoy spending time with you too."
"I know what friends are. You're not going back over there." He stepped closer to her. "You're mine."
She met his eyes fearlessly. "What is your plan here? Are you going to haul me out? Are you going to make some sexist comments about the way I look? Try not to bore me with the cliches. I've heard it all before and you're not going to be any more successful than the others." Hermione attempted to look as if she was bored.
The furious look in his eyes said that she succeeded.
"No. Instead, I'm going to buy you a drink."
"Excuse me?"
"Maybe it's time I meet these friends of yours."
"Absolutely not."
"Why? I hear you enjoy spending time with them. I probably would too." He smirked at her.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle."
"Hermione Jean Granger." He deadpanned.
She fought not to give into the childish urge to stomp her foot. "What do you want?"
"You." His eyes darted down to her red lips.