Between Coffee And Cigarettes

-14-

TW: Slight sexual assault, violent language

She stared at her reflection, in the mirror, and smiled. Lenny loved the outfit she picked and how casual yet elegant it was. A silver, silky dress flew loosely down her body, reaching her mid thigh. It had a v-neckline, spaghetti-straps, which went over her shoulders and crossed down by her lower back, so that the dress was almost backless, making it comfortable, but also sexy and elegant. Her piercings poked through the thin  fabric, because she couldn't wear a bra with it, but honestly it didn't bother her much. On the contrary, she loved the look of the stainless steel and it made her feel confident.

Lenny most definitely would have preferred to wear her lilac chucks with the look, but Lily scowled her for even thinking to attend the party in sneakers, so she wore Mary Janes, which had a platform sole and a small heel. She paired them with sheer, white socks, which ended just above her ankle in ruffles. The outfit looked like an outfit for a doll and she was definitely happy with that. 

For the accessories, she put on many necklaces and chokers, all of different kind, a few rings and bracelets and a pair of earrings, that dangled down on the sides of her neck. The bag she chose, was so small that it looked like it could only fit a pocket mirror in it, but Lenny hexed the silver, velvety bag, so that she probably could fit a whole closet in there. For make up, she did her everyday one, which was  already quite dramatic, but still added a dark red, vampy looking, lipstick. Her hair, though, she wore in messy beach waves, giving it a voluminous look.

Satisfied, she looked in the mirror one last time before turning around, walking to Lily's bed and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lily was supposed to come to the party too and she and Lenny had already agreed to go together, but the red-haired girl caught a cold and had to cancel. So Lenny was on her own, without a date, which she didn't mind, but knew that Slughorn wouldn't much approve of this.

When she walked through the hallways, goosebumps rose on her skin and she scowled herself silently for not bringing a jacket and hoping it would be warmer at her destination. And thankfully it was. The place was decorated Christmas themed and on one side of the room, there were tables filled with food and drinks. The air was warm and the smell of cinnamon and butter beer hovered in it. Tablets with more drinks and snacks flew through the room, stopping from time to time, to give access to the sweets and bubbly liquids. Something nobody could ever deny is that Slughorn always put a lot effort into his events. It truly was beautiful.

But Lenny knew that the problem was not the ambience, but rather the tiring stories from the Professor and the constant talk about blood and heritage that made those parties obnoxious. Anyways, she made her way over to the buffet and poured herself a glass of something that was definitely spiked with alcohol and was definitely needed right now. 

"You look good in silver. Sure, you are in the right house?", a dark, low voice spoke, right beside her ear and she almost choked on her drink in surprise. Lenny turned around and found herself inches away from Lucius Malfoy's face. Of course, he also was invited. His family was one of the most powerful wizard families. Nevertheless she had to admit that he looked quite handsome. The black trousers, paired with an emerald colored button-up and a black, slightly oversized blazer stood in a perfect contrast to his pale skin and his almost white hair. "If you stare at me a little longer, I have to assume that you actually like me", a cocky smirk appeared on his face and Lenny looked down quickly, feeling trapped.

When she had regained her composure and the blush on her cheeks wasn't visible anymore, she peered right up at him again, deciding that she wanted to have fun this evening, so she said in a sultry voice: "I never said, I didn't like you", she let her finger run down the middle of his chest, taken aback by the amount of muscles he had. "I simply don't agree with your beliefs". Her eyes followed her finger until she reached his lower stomach, then she stopped, meeting his gaze again, her finger remaining on the spot. "But that's not what tonight is about, is it?". The whole time his breath shortened and his muscles clenched, whether the one on his face or on his body.