opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

lingerie

We made our way to Hogsmeade after moaning to Tracey about getting her arse out of bed and trying to de-tangle Pansy's hair. The chill was still prominent in the air, as the afternoon quickly rolled on. The walk there was cold and full of the three of them discussing their dates as I rolled my eyes, both from jealousy and annoyance. I thought it was our tradition to go together, but I guess times were changing and everyone was becoming more horny. Which I couldn't deny.

Soon enough, after battling against the bitter weather, we made it to the dress shop and pushed open the door - the bell ringing as we entered. The shop was a bright building, it was packed full of racks and dresses which added to the colour of the shop. The windows were steamed and dripping with condensation as the fire roared.

I had only ever been to this shop twice, once for a Christmas party and the other a last minute trip that involved grabbing lingerie for Tracey and her sexual endeavours. My parents, as well as a lot of other Slytherin parents, preferred to get their dresses custom made. In fact, mine said that this place was for the trashy common people. I couldn't disagree, the lingerie Tracey bought wasn't exactly great. But, it was enjoyable to finally buy something of my own, whether it was trashy or not.

"Welcome girls" a woman smiled as she rounded the corner of the shop.

"Hello" we all said in unison as I noticed the skittishness of the woman standing in front of us. She wasn't exactly old, but she had prominent wrinkles at the side of her eyes, presumably from smiling all day and maybe even rolling her eyes at tricky customers - my mother and father serving as an example.

"Are you girls here for a Halloween dress? I've seen a lot of others in here for the same thing" she asked, plastering an overly kind smile that I assumed she was forced to wear all day.

"Yes, we are" Pansy nodded as the lady began to lead us into the next room, all of us following behind.

Instantly, we all split away from one another and began to scan the racks of dresses. I observed what felt like thousands of dresses before landing on a couple of green and black dresses - to try and keep the theme. I followed the woman to the changing rooms and heard Millicent struggling to get into her dress.

I tried on the multiple dresses I had picked out and finally ended on one that made me feel somewhat sexy. But, after reminding myself that no one had asked me to the ball I was struggling to see the sexiness within myself. Especially since my friends had all bagged themselves a date.

But, it was whatever, I found one that I didn't completely hate and when I was blackout drunk at the ball my appearance would be the last of my worries. I threw the dress over my shoulder and ripped open the curtain, before chucking the 'reject dresses' back onto the rack and waiting for the others to finish.

Though, that seemed a lot more of a task as after half an hour they were still searching for their dresses. Millicent had gone from dress to skirt to pan suit and Tracey had already cried once. Seems I wasn't the only one that struggled.

As I laid on the peculiarly comfy sofa outside of the waiting rooms my eyes couldn't help but scan over the lingerie and the new 'ultra-volumizing bra', which was a rather absurd name if you ask me. Every bone in my body told me not to walk over to that table. But, it seemed my strength faltered for a moment as before I knew it I was standing in front of the table and picking out my size.

It wasn't as if I particularly needed a push up bra. However, after seeing that it came with a, basically see-through, thong it seemed necessary. So, when the others weren't looking I threw the pieces over my arm, along with a black lace slip, and fled towards the desk. If my parents saw me at this point in time I think they may have passed out.