⚠️Warning: SMUT, 18+, Drug use.⚠️
"Okay hear me out, you want him, I want her. I say we make a plan."
"Go on."
"Plan A, we fake date. They will get jealous and come crawling to our feet."
"And if that fails?"
"Then there is Plan B."
"Which is?"
"You...
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Here, I present to you the chapter you have all been waiting for......
⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️
SATURDAY FINALLY ARRIVED AND LAKEN AND HER FRIENDS WERE BEYOND EXCITED FOR THE UPCOMING PARTY. It started at nine, it was now eight o'clock and Laken had just finished drying her hair and was now standing in front of her closet debating on what to wear.
She wanted to make a good impression, Cedric would be there after all.
Finally she decided on a short red dress that reached to right about mid thigh and a black pair of heels. Her hair was naturally curly but tonight she wanted a different approach.
One hour later Laken stood staring at herself in the mirror. For once she was happy with the way she looked. The dress she wore hugged her body perfectly, the red looked nice with her skin tone. Her now straight hair laid against her back and her makeup looked exceptionally good tonight. She had to admit, she looked hot.
Soon enough music started to blast from the speakers downstairs and she waited a few minutes before making her way down, she didn't want to be to early.
The twins had taken it upon themselves to invite every house except Slytherin. But she made sure to invite the few Slytherins that she did like.
After ten minutes of waiting Laken made her way down to the common room, smiling at the sight of her peers dancing around and laughing with their friends.
Fred Weasley was siting on the couch discussing his next prank with Oliver, trying to explain how it wouldn't get him in trouble when the Wood boy let out a sound that resembled something between a choke and a gasp.
"What?" Fred asked curiously. Oliver didn't answer so he took it upon himself to follow his line of sight.
The Weasley boy could have died right then and there.
There she stood, Laken Black standing at the bottom of the girls dormitory stairs looking like an absolute goddess.
Fred could have sworn he had never seen something so beautiful. The dress she was wearing showed off her body and and her straight hair was definitely a new sight. A new sight that Fred liked very much.
Laken turned her head, her eyes meeting Freds wide ones before smiling and walking over to him, flopping down onto his lap like it was the most common thing in the world.
