Uninvited

A/N: Inspired by the music video of the song "Boyfriend" by Ariana Grande and Social House.

Hermione brimmed with anger as she twisted her soft curls into place against her shoulders. The dusk pink dress cut low into her cleavage. It was bound to catch her dates attention. Wooly, turtleneck sweaters did that. Now it was time for the girls to seal the deal.

Her throat groaned as she laid the delicate silver pearl necklace at her neck. The cool metal did little to cool the fury of her skin.

If he wanted to be a bloody wanker, she'd let him. That was his choice.

She was determined to show him just how ruthless she could be. Her body was donned in a menacing disguise of a willing, eager witch with intentions beyond the conspiracy of vengeance. Who would suspect little ole her to have ulterior motives? After all, she was their golden girl. Above such games.

It was her time to show just how dirty she could play.

"Let's see how you like this," she muttered to herself.

"What's that?" One of her roommates asked.

"Nothing." Her voice sang in forced pleasantry rather than the strangled sound of revenge.

That was what she was after.

Revenge.

Her feet slipped into the pink pumps with a show of resistance at the forced height of her heels. She lured them softly with promises of his kisses against them soon enough. And if he didn't, she might just rightfully kick his arse.

She'd bought the dress in the hopes that it might be worn on a date out to Hogsmeade, once he'd gathered enough courage to admit he had feelings for her. They'd only batted around the bush every single day. She gave him hints. He acted as though he received them. The wizard was not daft!

Of course, that tail tucked between his legs and he ran for cover. That was expected and unexpected.

There was one way to remind him just what he missed: A Slug Club Christmas Party.

Hermione gave herself a final once over. Everything was in place. The makeup was simple, but a stark difference to her usual face. She rather liked the shimmer above her eyelid. Not that she'd admit that to her friends. Harry would snicker about it. Ginny would just overwhelm her with needed additions.

Godric, she wished she had a better plan. Or, one that didn't require so much on her part.

Her date was incorrigible, persistent, arrogant. Come to think of it, he wasn't so different than the one she actually wanted to attend with. Perhaps it wasn't so bad after all. This way she might enjoy herself more than usual. Revenge was a sweet taste.

One last thing. Violet red lipstick. She pushed the hue against her flesh. It gave a provocative glow to her face as she was all too pleased with how irresistible she looked. Her mirror cheered her on as she twirled around in it's sliver reflection.

Hermione glided down the dormitory stairs, each step deeper in resolution. She summoned up every ounce of allure she had. Her eyes fluttered dense black lashes. She pursed her lips ever so slight. The light was sure to glint off their shiny, red flesh. She became aware of her hips. They swayed farther than normal as she approached her date, who awaited in the common room with a side smirk on his face.

His lips parted. Desire filled his eyes. The red tongue inside his mouth ran along them before it tucked back away.

Vomit lurched to the back of her throat. She reminded herself exactly why she was with him in the first place.