𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙘𝙝.７

hermione couldn't really believe what she saw in the reflection in front of her.

she knew this was the first time in a while, that she put on fancy clothes and more makeup than usual and she had to admit, that the black dress hugged her curves quite nicely.

she also dared to put on scarlett red lipstick and somehow managed to turn her curly mess of hair into soft waves.

then, there was a knock on the gryffindores door and hermione couldn't ignore her heart, that suddenly skipped a beat faster.

just as hermione opened the door, she stopped breathing.

pansy wore a dark green dress, which reached her mid thigh.
her long, pale legs ended in black, tied up high heels, her lips were a rosy nude, contrasting to the black eyeshadow.

she was an angel.

"good evening, hermione."
the slytherin smiled, before she stepped a bit closer.
close enough for the other one to smell her hypnotizing perfume.

she could drown in the scent of vanilla.

"you look beautiful."

after the words left hermiones lips, she slapped her hand over her mouth.
pansys smile grew unrecotgnizably wider.

"thank you, you look gorgeous yourself."

as the two witches walked along the dark road, they glanced secretly at each other.

pansy parkinson was her blue eyed daydream and hell, she'd give everything to never wake up.

the queue wasn't as long as hermione thought, nor was the club as crowded as you'd expect it to be on a chill saturday night.

after they made it into the dark room, pansy disappeared, just to return shortly after with two glasses in her hands, which contained some sparkly, alcoholic drink.

the gryffindor was too nervous to remember her manners, so she drank the liquid in one shot.

"eager, are we?"

parkinson smirked and eyed hermiones empty glass.

the brunette witch just blushed, took the slytherins wrist and dragged her to the bar, while shouting
"let's get another drink-"
over the loud music.

a few rounds in and hermione was...
well, she was completely wasted.
pansy had lost count on how many shots her date had, but it must have been enough to make her drunk as hell.

the black haired felt a bit tipsy herself, but she sure could think kind of clearly.

"i think you need a break darling."
the slytherin laughed and took hermiones glass, before said girl could empty it.

"nooooo, you are no fun." the gryffindor slurred with a pout.
but her face changed, the second pansy came closer, grabbing her waist.

hermione smelled the alcohol through parkinsons warm breath, as her lips brushed hers.

"oh granger, i can show you how much fun i am."