Poisoned love || Hermione Granger

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘

As Ginny begins styling my hair, Fred and George pull up chairs in front of me, launching into a discussion about essential party etiquette every girl should be aware of.

"Never accept a drink from a random guy," George advises with a serious tone. "You never know what he might have slipped in there."

"But if you do accept it, check the ice; if it's floating, the drink is safe, but if not, just toss it away," George explains.

"And finished," Ginny announces from behind me. "I've styled it half up, half down. It looks adorable," she adds with a smile.

As I rise and glance at myself in Ginny's mirror, I'm pleased with how I look. My makeup, though simple, adds a cute touch. Now, all that's left is the dress. I turn around and notice Ginny rummaging through her closet. Returning to face Fred and George, they resume the conversation.

"Stick close to your friends, especially since it's your first time," George advises.

"Absolutely, the parties at Hogwarts can get pretty wild, especially when all the houses come together," Fred remarks with a chuckle.

"If a fight breaks out, steer clear; things can escalate quickly and get really ugly," George warns emphatically, his eyes widening with concern.

"Keep an eye out, stay aware of what's happening around you," Fred advises.

"Avoid the Slytherins," George cautions, "and while it might seem like common sense, when alcohol's in the mix, they can get pretty persistent. If they find you attractive, they won't hesitate to bother you."

"Avoid the couches tucked away in corners, that's essentially Slytherin territory," Fred advises.

"If a teacher crashes the party, it's every man for himself," George remarks. "Get caught, and you're looking at a week of detention," he adds, emphasizing the severity of the consequences.

"And finally, the most important rule: just have fun," Fred says with a smile.

Ginny presents a stunning black dress, though a tad shorter than expected. Smiling, I accept it and head to the bathroom to change. Emerging, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror as I come out.

"I think you might have grabbed the wrong size; it's a bit... short," I remark, glancing down at the length of the dress.

It wraps around my waist beautifully, and the straps sit perfectly on my shoulders. It's undeniably stunning, but I'm not sure if it's quite right for me.

"I'm not sure the color suits me," I admit with a nervous smile.

"You look stunning, so it's absolutely fine, and the length is intentional," Ginny reassures me from her spot near the closet.

I exhale softly and pivot to face Ginny, who's still browsing through her closet, likely searching for shoes. Glancing at Fred and George, I notice their eyes tracing over me, their mouths slightly agape. I offer a small smile, attempting to suppress a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"Alright, shoes found!" Ginny giggles as she hands me a pair of black heels. They're not too tall, but they add a bit of height, with chunky heels and ankle straps adorned with pearls. A black bow adorns the back, adding a touch of elegance.

Slipping the heels on, I steal another glance in the mirror. I look undeniably pretty. I can't help but wonder if I'll attend another party after this; the rules Fred and George laid out have left me feeling a bit apprehensive.

"Hey Ginny, do you happen to have an infinite bag?" Fred inquires, his gaze lingering on me.

"Okay, make sure you keep your essentials in there: your wand, the map, and the bombs," George adds.