And That's the Reason We Need Lips so Much...

Ribbons and Stakes

Pansy groaned looking at herself on the full-length mirror that occupied her whole wall. Daphne left to go help Blaise with something, that Pansy assumed was a quickie before the ball. As long as Greengrass did not ruin the makeup that Pansy had worked her magic on, she was satisfied.

What Pansy was unsatisfied with was the way the ribbons of her metallic autumn pink dress were looking. They were not perfect, and she wanted them to be perfect. It was the Graduation Ball after all, and she was not being escorted by someone unimportant. Neville was her date and she wanted everything to be perfect.

The Slytherin had tied them by magic or by hand hundreds of times, and they were still not perfect. She just wanted to raise her wand and hex the mirror, so it would break in a thousand little pieces.

There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Pansy asked. If it was Millicent talking about The Dragon Tamer Weasley again, Pans was not sure what she could do to her friend.

"It's Neville, love. Can I come in?" Her boyfriend's voice came from the other side of the door.

Pansy raised her wand and the door opened itself, revealing the Gryffindor in his dark dress robes and a perfectly done bowtie that matched her dress. And he was standing like a fool at the doorway, looking at her with his mouth dropped open.

Pansy could not stop herself from blushing, looking at herself at the mirror. The dress was not even that revealing. There was no reason for him to react like that, but he was looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the universe. "Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?" Neville asked, taking a few steps forward and kissing her exposed shoulder.

"Looking at me like you never saw me all dolled up before..." She whispered, eyes locked on the two figures on the mirror. "Do you like ball gowns more than lingerie?"

Neville chuckled "It's a difficult choice... if it's just the two of us, always lingerie or nothing, now... I can't deny how beautiful you look in this puffy gown. I can't wait to dance with you!"

"Well, that might not even happen..." She murmured a pout on her lips.

"Why, my favourite flower?" He asked, turning her around on his arms. stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"The shoulder ribbons, they're not perfect, and I wanted them to look perfect," she mumbled, knowing it was foolish, but it meant so much for her. "And look at your bow tie, just perfect."

Neville chuckled and his fingers moved to the strips of fabric and untied them. Then, with such gentle touches, the Gryffindor bound them again in two perfect ribbons. "What do you think?"

"Thank you. You are incredible!" The Slytherin said looking at herself in the mirror and her beautiful bows. "How were you able to make them so perfect?"

"Sometimes we must tie plants to the stakes, so they grow taller and stronger..." He whispered. "Are you ready to go now?"

"Just one thing..." She murmured before kissing her boyfriend, a huge smile on her face. "Perfect."