"I'm not wearing it."

"Yes, you are."

"I don't even want to go to the party." I huffed.

"Well, that's too bad because, as your best friend, I'm forcing you."

Frankie replied.

"Okay fine but what I'm wearing is perfectly fine and sensible." I cringed at myself at soon as the words came out of my mouth. Sensible. Ugh, maybe I do need to loosen up.

"You know you will be great once it's on." I knew Frankie had a knack with clothes but I was sure this was a fluke.

Frankie held out a tiny black dress (that I desperately hoped stretched) on a black hanger with small gold hoop earrings and small black lace heels that were my alternate options for the Yule ball. We stood in our dorm room. My tantrum has been going on for 10 minutes now. We were already late to another one of the twins' common room parties to celebrate the launch of a new item or a well thought out success of prank. I couldn't keep up these days. Any excuse to get high in my opinion. All I knew at this moment is that if I didn't shut up I would never leave the dorm. I would probably die from suffocating on the perfume that was being continuously sprayed by Frankie. Although it smelled like jasmine, which was the same scent as my shampoo. Frankie was nothing but persistent. Her Gryffindor stubbornness always seemed to bite me in the butt.

"You need to start feeling yourself more!" Frankie commented coming past and smacking my butt with a wolf whistle. "You can't be mopey forever." She shimmied back and forth in hopes to get me to join in. "Mamacita! Dance with me! Wear the dress." She shimmed around me moving to lean onto my back. "Wear the dress! Wear the dress! Wear the dr-."

"Okay!" I shouted.

"Really?" Frankie planted her arms on my shoulders and flipped me around so I was looking at her. Her eyes widened. The satisfaction spread across her face was almost too much. I considered telling her I was joking just to wipe that smug look away but opted for assuring her. I thought that maybe wearing the outfit would be less of a challenge than trying to avoid Frankie's persuasive dancing.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. As long as you stop harassing me with your dance moves."

"Oh my god. YES!" Frankie practically squealed at me giving in. It was high pitched and ear piercing.

"Okay, I said yes at least let us have a second of silence." I laughed.

I could feel the echo of the music through the floor, it seemed to be getting louder the longer I stalled going to this party. I was almost ready to go. The dress hugged my curves perfectly and "cupped my tits like a second skin" Frankie said, claiming this dress was made for me.

I kept pulling down the sides of the dress in order to try and cover more of my backside. It wasn't working, so decided to leave it. The heels weirdly gave me more confidence as though my legs controlled my body and forced confidence onto me. Overall, I couldn't complain about the outfit once the earrings were in and the heels were on.

I looked into the mirror and smiled. I secretly admitted to myself that I loved the way I looked. It made me feel light on my feet.

I walked down the common room steps and I felt many pairs of eyes on me. It was unusual for someone like me to be wearing such a different style, I know but I couldn't help but think I wasn't that important. It was a few intrigued glances but it was enough to make me not regret my outfit. I glanced over to Fred who looked like he was taking a large exhale and when his eyes darted back up to me I quickly turned away and kept walking down the steps.

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Fred's POV

"Oh fuck me" I mumbled.

I was already weak in the knees looking at her. I needed to take a breath.

There she was in all her glory, strutting down the staircase unknowingly fucking gorgeous. Miranda was wearing a tight dark dress that gripped her middle. The straps looked loose and left her shoulders bare and beautiful for me to gore at. She smiled nervously, a faint blush spread across her plump cheeks and highlighted her skin colour. She took another elegant step down into the common room and was greeted by Lee. Miranda flung her arms open to embrace Lee. After he pulled away from their hug, Lee ran his hands over her hips quite clearly complimenting her dress.

I wanted my hands there, in fact, I wanted my hands everywhere on her body. I wanted her under me and I wanted to hear-. Fred control yourself, it's Miranda, don't fuck this up. You know you can't do that. I half-whispered and half thought this thing racing through my mind.

I didn't even notice Benny coming over to me, unintentionally swaying her hips and biting her lower lip, an incredibly hot habit she picked up annoyingly. It made everything harder, both mentally and physically.

"Hi, Freddie." She said a little loudly to compete with the music. I bent down to his her gently and pulled away. If I gave her much more right now I couldn't be able to stop myself from tearing that tiny black garment off her perfect body.

It was getting warmer in the common room. I downed the rest of my drink.

"Hi Benny," I replied, finally. "You look very nice." Not what I was thinking, but a more controlled compliment.

"What?" she shouted. The music was even louder now the lights flashing and the people dancing and darting across the room.

I leaned down and pressed her close to me and whispered in her ear so she could hear me over the noise.

"You look so fucking hot, it's getting harder and harder for me to breath."

Benny only laughed and pulled me into a deep kiss. The added height from her black heels awere incredible, it made it easier for me to relax a bit more. Her hands cupped my cheeks and stroked my jaw. The scent of her filled my lungs, jasmine. Jasmine was all over me, suffocating.

I fucking loved it.

Benny pulled away only to suck a hickey on my neck, and I couldn't help but feel the growing twitch underneath my pants.

I had to control myself.

I pulled Benny up for a final kiss and broke apart. She seemed at the most part satisfied with our encounter but there was a flicker of longing in her eyes, only there for a split second before she pulled me over to the drinks table.

The table was covered with cups and half-empty bottles of Firewhikey charmed with an age jinx to restrict the younger students. If a twelve-year-old wanted some alcohol they better find it themselves.

I grabbed a cup from one of the stacks to pour Miranda a glass of Firewhiskey but when I turned back to hand it to her, she already had her mouth stuck to the end of a bottle taking large gulps of the acidic liquid. I was proud but a little worried.

"Wanna dance big boy?" She quipped.

"Well, I do now," I answered. Instead of placing the bottle down and taking my hand she kept the fire whiskey and yanked my wrist into the middle of the common room where the mayhem was taking place.

This would prove to be a long night.

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