Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Nine - Firewhisky

Ophelia looked into the mirror with pride as she admired her handiwork. Her hair styled into bouncy curls and her makeup forced her dull complexion to glow.

After assessing the other girl's outfit choices, she opted for a black halter-neck top that hugged and then glided over all the right places. Her trousers flared at the bottom, grazing her heeled boots.

A combination that had prompted a few raised eyebrows from the other girls, less used to muggle fashion.

'All that skin,' Tracey spoke, while ogling Ophelia walking out the bathroom, 'I mean - not much is even showing but -' Left speechless as she struggled to find the right words.

'I love it!' Millicent squealed, 'it fits you perfectly.'

Ophelia couldn't resist blushing, 'it's normal - I promise.'

At Beauxbaton it was practically part of the syllabus to not settle for 'blending-in,' with the rest of society. Every girl had fawned over the latest designs from the most popular Parisian ateliers.

In comparison to what I could be wearing – this is nothing!

The atmosphere in the dormitory was charged with excitement for the Slytherin start of term party. The girls detailed the trouble previous years had gotten into, trying to ensure their night was infamous. From stunning Filch into wearing a waitress outfit and serving drinks; to stealing the staff's entite collection of wine for underage drinking.

It had caused a great uproar when thousands of galleons worth of alcohol disappeared. But Tracey assured Ophelia they all were able to avoid punishment when Lucius Malfoy, graciously offered to settle the difference.

That particular anecdote had forced her to roll her eyes. Money muddles morals, she thought - her fathers favourite saying.

The girls rushed around the dormitory, crowding the mirrors. All making the final touches to their appearance. The air felt thick with perfume and liquor.

She shared the room with Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Tracey Davis, and Daphne Greengrass. So far, Millicent and Tracey were the most friendly. Pansy was...well Pansy...and Daphne is too reserved for me to have an opinion, but nice enough.

Ophelia took a shot of the firewhisky Millicent had kindly passed round. At least I'll be entering the party with people to talk to and some liquid courage.

She was most excited about the prospect of seeing Blaise. Every time they spoke she was left revelling in the afterglow of his company. At breakfast he'd had her in fits of giggles for his impersonation of Professor Slughorn and made her blush when he said he looked forward to dancing with her tonight.

Enjoy yourself Phi. Fleur's advice echoed in her head. This could be fun.

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Look at her! Look at her...everything... He was beaming like a fool as she walked into the room. He was honestly lost for words. How did I get so lucky? Thank fuck she transferred.

In that moment, staring at her, he decided to trust her reasons for coming to Hogwarts - they are private - I won't push it by asking again... How did I let Pansy get into my head even a little?

He couldn't fathom that she was walking right towards him. And in that outfit... He'd never seen anything like it - nothing compared.

'Hi Blaise,' she spoke shyly, looking up from between her eyelashes. He liked how he towered over her. Slinging an arm round her shoulder, 'Phi, are you drinking already?' The small giggle she released, confirmed it.