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A costume party and a kiss. What kind of magic is this?
Hermione stood in front of the mirror and smoothed down her dress, pressing on the softly shimmering fabric. Her ballgown pooled around her in a pretty, buttery yellow. Her hair was swept up in a simple updo around her head, curly tendrils falling softly. She was dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, one of her favourite childhood fairytales. Ginny and her girlfriend Pansy were hosting a costume party and Hermione had been trapped into coming. Between her work at Gringotts and her research for Wolfsbane, she hardly saw her friends anymore and Ginny had leveraged that against her. She slipped on the soft, yellow slippers and checked her wards before leaving.
She apparated to Ginny’s doorstep and walked through the open doorway. The smell of burning candles and sickly sweet alcohol filled the warm air. She could hear Pansy’s cackle down the hall as she shrugged off her robes and hung them in the cloak closet. Ginny came prancing around the corner dressed as a wizard. Dressed as Harry. She couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from her. Ginny was wearing some of Harry’s old robes that she probably nicked from Grimmauld last time she was there. She smiled wickedly at Hermione as she spun dramatically.
“You look amazing, Gin. I’m sure Harry’s gonna love it.”
The red haired witch threw her head back and laughed.
“He’ll hate it!”
Hermione shook her head and made her way further into the house, moving towards the loud, pounding music. She entered the darkened room, moving bodies filled the space. She found herself jammed between dancing strangers and friends alike and she lost herself to the magic of the music.
Hours passed before she found herself drunk and dancing in front of Draco sodding Malfoy. He was adorned in a King’s garb and a jewelled crown sat crookedly on his platinum hair. His skin glittered with gold and his eyes were heavy with kohl and alcohol. He grinned at her as he moved to the beat and she felt her face warm. Her dress was sticking to her skin and her hair was wild, but the rhythm of the music made it impossible for her to feel anything like embarrassment. As she shifted her hips back and forth, her feet found themselves closer and closer to Malfoy’s. His grinning mouth found her ear.
“Are you a princess, Granger?”
“Yes, a muggle character. And you are?”
Her voice was raspy and hideously low.
“King Midas. The Golden King.”
He chuckled and pulled her closer, his warm hands on her hips. His head was tilted as he looked down at her. He was tall, she had to lean back to look at him. His lips drifted over her neck, dusting golden glitter over her. She gasped and he surged upwards, capturing her lips. She felt a shimmer of magic as he devoured her mouth. When she leaned back gasping for air, he attached himself to the juncture of her shoulder and neck. She glanced down, panting. Her dress and skin had turned golden, shimmering in the pulsing lights. She could feel his wicked grin as he purred against her skin.
“Golden girl, indeed.”