I hadn't really stopped to think about that evening Theo and I spent dancing. I'm overcome with butterflies storming in my stomach. He almost kissed me, and I wanted him to. Maybe we were friends but perhaps that can all change now. Tonight is the ball and everything could change.
Mione and I had decided to get ready together so we are currently situated in her dorm room doing exactly that.
Finishing up my makeup, I turn to Mione who's unsuccessfully trying to zip up her dress. The blue silks of it flowing in waves around her.
"Hold on I'll help you." I place a brush on her vanity dresser and walk over to her in my silk underwear set. She straightens her back, observing herself in the mirror stationed infront of her. I push the hems together and successfully zip up her dress. She pats down the front of it, admiring the bodice of it.
"Do you think Ron will like it?" She questions, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
"Will he? Don't be silly Mione he'll love it. You look even prettier than last year." I beam, watching her cheeks flush hues of pink under her blush.
She smiles, whipping around in her dress to face me. "Where's yours? It's about time you put it on." Her eyes flick to the lilac, silk ball gown draped over her wardrobe.
I creep over to it, lifting it off the wardrobe and holding it to my chest. I look to Mione who's eagerly waiting for me to put it on. I unhook the back and step into it, lifting the sleeveless spaghetti straps over my shoulders and indicating for Mione to help me hook up the back.
She treads over, practically swimming in her own dress. Reaching around the back of my dress, I lift my dark curls off my back so that she can see better. After a few moments of fiddling, she moves away.
I cross the space over to the mirror so that I can see myself.
"You look like a Princess." She breathes, moving next to me so we're both in the mirror.
The lilac silks sit comfortably around me. The skirt of the dress falling out wards into a long bouffant styled dress. The corset tight on my ribs and the cleavage nipping my boobs. A simple but elegant dress.
"Do you think Theo will like it?" I ask innocently, admiring the stitching of my dress.
"Like it? Bel you look ethereal, I'd be surprised if he didn't kiss you right there and then." She scoffs, both of us beaming at eachother excitedly.
I leave my curls to trail down my back, just brushing past my waist.
Mione's hair is delicately swirled in a hairdo similar to the one she had last year. Some curls loose from it, perfectly framing her face.
I sit down at her vanity table again, scenarios of elegant things running through my mind. I think of Theo taking my hand on the dance floor, completely oblivious to the world around us as we begin to waltz as we did that night in McGonagall's classroom.
Hermione sits down on her bed, "Tonight is going to be wonderful." She smiles to herself, her head far off somewhere else too.
Something in her expression perks the question I am about to ask next. "Do you - like Ron?"
Her eyes meet mine and something falters in her train of thought, "No, of course not. Ron and I are friends." She splutters, something simmering below the surface I can't quite put my finger on. Pink sprinkling her cheeks once again.
I dismiss it, deciding better of ignoring it.
"We should probably go." I say, breaking the silence. Mione jumps to her feet excitedly.
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The Amorist - D.M
FanficBelinda Delarosa becomes acutely aware of The Dark Lords return as she courses through 5th year. ( please, I urge you not to read this book if you are sensitive to smut, intense emotions, and abuse) All characters mentioned in this book belong to JK...
