Inferno | Draco Malfoy

092 | Burning Bridges

What makes the perfect revenge dress?

Simple, it needs to be timeless. That's why most revenge dresses tend to be black, it's classy, and it symbolises new beginnings after loss. It is pointless to be ostentatious, that's tasteless, especially coming from generational wealth. The revenge dress affirms independence, maturity, and how unaffected and unbothered one truly is. Therefore, a refined, elegant look that exudes confidence is what makes the perfect revenge dress.

And that is exactly what I picked to wear. It's a beautiful black flowing dress that cinches my waist, hugging the top half of my body mesmerisingly and most importantly, comfortably. The top half of the dress also has loose straps that hang down my arms to cover my elbows. My favourite part of the dress is the slit, running from my upper thigh all the way to the floor, along with the rest of the flowing fabric.

The cherry on top of what makes the perfect revenge dress is to reveal some skin. In my case, my cleavage is on display and one of my bare legs is out. To some extent, it marks a sense of maturity seeing as my leg has never been so exposed – even the dress I wore to the Slytherin party months ago didn't show this much of my leg. Revealing some skin in a revenge dress is effective as it's like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit. It offers, but will not give. Trickery drives one insane.

And hell, Draco Malfoy will kiss the ground I walk on.

My hair is pinned at the back into an elegant French twist so that my back is slightly showing; I pair the dress with a pearl drop necklace and dangling earrings. For my face, without a smile, my make-up makes me look unapproachable. My eyes are smoky, contrasting the green of my irises, and my lips are tinted dark red, giving me that sultry impression. Lastly, my black stiletto heels add inches to my height, and I hope that I look as tall as Malfoy, or perhaps taller.

Through my cheval mirror, I take in my appearance. For the first time in a while, I look as good as I feel. And I smile, taking a little turn to appreciate how fucking good I look. I didn't need anyone, let alone a man, to fawn over me, my pride makes me look and feel utterly unstoppable, almost dangerous, like a femme fatale.

When a knock at my bedroom door snaps me out of my thoughts, I put on my short sheer black gloves, spray some perfume on and yell 'Come in'. A short figure dawdles into my bedroom, and as she lifts her head, I realise that it's my all-time favourite house-elf Remi. She compliments me, to which I deeply thank her, and tells me to make haste, otherwise, I'll cause an inconvenience by being late.

My parents and brother had left without me for this soirée/ gathering at Malfoy Manor a few minutes ago, mainly because I was taking far too long getting ready. On the bright side, now I can arrive alone, making my grand entrance even more special. This soirée not only celebrates Dumbledore's death but also the achievements made so far, for example: the assassination of the Minister, Scrimgeour, who is now replaced by Thicknesse under the Imperius Curse and the ruling of the Ministry under the Dark Lord's control.

Not to mention this gathering reconvenes all the existing Death Eaters, including the ones who escaped from Azkaban, so I'm sure there are an abundance of new people to meet.

Without wasting any more time, I bid Remi goodbye and Apparate to the Manor. I've Apparated a few times out of practice during my spare time, so now, it is much easier as I feel less out of control, and, according to Camden, I barely make an audible pop sound which is the best thing ever as that means I've finally mastered it.

As I look around at my desired destination, I realise that I probably am late, seeing as there's hardly anyone near me, they must all be inside. It's a chilly evening, anew, like most of the days in England, it's cloudy and looks as if it's about to rain, despite it being summer.