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Little Black Dress	By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 2221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Little Black Dress
- 1
The Little Black Dress

A young woman of about twenty-five stepped out of the shower
and snagged a towel off the rack on the door. Stepping over to the door, she
threw it open and let the steam billow out. She wrapped the towel around her
chest and sauntered out of the bathroom into the adjoining bedroom, shaking her
head lightly to get the extra moisture out of her hair.

You�re never gonna find me, I swear

She stood in front of the mirror and patted down her damp
skin, making sure to caress every inch of her body, erasing each and every
clinging water droplet. Squirting a liberal amount of lotion onto her palm, she
lathered the cucumber and lime scented mixture betwixt her hands. She then
brought her right leg up onto the bed and smoothed the lotion onto the supple
limb, making sure to knead the sore muscles as she worked the cream in. She
repeated the actions with her left leg, stretching both legs slightly when
done.

Squeezing more lotion onto her hands, she then applied the
lotion to her hips and abdomen, running her hands over the muscled planes of
her butt and abs. She marveled over how much work it took to get them to where
they were, but put the thought behind her quickly.

You�ll never recognize me when I wear

She massaged her biceps and back muscles, smoothing the
lotion along the tense areas. Rubbing her hands on the earlier, discarded towel
she made sure that any remnants of the creamy substance were wiped off. Then
turning to the mirror once again, she ran an eye over her tanned body, looking
for any cuts or bruises that would need to be healed.

You�re gonna see how little I care

Satisfied that she had covered over everything with the
glamour lotion, she walked over to the gilt-trimmed armoire. Throwing the doors
open she pulled out a dress bag that hung way in the back and set it on the
chaise at the foot of the bed.

She spun and danced around the room, drifting from drawer to
drawer, grabbing stockings, undergarments, shoes and gloves. Her lips mouthed
out a tune to her dancing as she threw the clothing onto the bed and sat down
with a flutter of her hands.

You�re never gonna
find me, I swear

You�ll never recognize me when I wear

You�re gonna see how little I care

She slowly strapped on the low backed black corset, cinching
the waist tightly and ensuring that her plump breasts were straining out of the
lacy see-through cups. She slowly inched the black lace garter belt up her
legs, ensuring that she wasn�t crushing or folding the fragile, Italian lace. She
secured it onto her hips, maneuvering it to flow with the corset, but to cover
the apex of her thighs as well. She stood and spun a bit, moving her legs in
the steps of the tango, checking the stability of the corset and garter.

Then straddling the bed once more, she pulled one of the
black silk stockings towards her and began rolling up her leg. Inch by inch,
the silk covered her smooth skin until just above mid-thigh were it finished
with a bit of black lace once more. She attached it to the clip hanging from
the garter belt. After repeating the step with the other stocking, she stood
and danced a bit more, her lips quirked in an ironic way and her eyes slightly
glazed over.

She spun to the desk by the mirror and picked up a bottle of
champagne to which she attached her lips and then took a few gulps. Setting the
empty bottle back down, she glanced over at the clock and gave a short bark of
laughter, her lips twitching in a sardonic grin.

She pranced to the chaise and did a few short steps while
unzipping the bag and uncovering a little, black dress. She pulled it on over
her head, thrusting her hands through the capped sleeves of the jersey dress
and pulling the rest of the material down over her bust and hips. She
pirouetted to the mirror and adjusted the dress to make sure the low back
didn�t betray the corset underneath and that the garter clips were just hidden
by the above-knee hem of the dress.

When I wear my little black dress.

Her little black dress showed no cleavage at the front, but
had a straight line from cap sleeve to cap sleeve across her shoulders; in the
back however, the dress dipped into a low V, ending mid-back. The skirt was
fitted in front, but rutched in the back � so that it fell in a bit of a swoop
at the back of her left thigh. She checked for wrinkles once more, before sauntering
over to the bed once more and sitting down lightly, so as not to muss the
dress. She pulled on her Christian Louboutin, black
velvet with front fringe, and crimson sole booties; she then stood, taking
extra care not to roll her ankle on the soft, lush carpeting of the room.

She then grabbed the scarlet, bicep-length satin gloves and
slowly pulled them over her steady arms, leaving only a few inches of skin to
be seen on her upper arm. She then walked to the dresser and picked up a large
black bangle and placed it on her right wrist. After placing one ring on her
left ring finger, she grimaced slightly and turned back to the bathroom.

She grasped her wand from the glass desk once more and waved
it once at the mirror in the bathroom to clear off the steam. She waved it
quickly at the black eye on the right side of her face and the large
purplish-green mark on her left chin, covering them. Then she applied a few
quick layers of foundation, concealer and powder to even out the rest of her
formerly mottled skin tone. She magicked on a bit of eyeliner and mascara,
never trusting to actually place something near her eye by her own hand. After
applying a slight brush of blush on the arches of her cheekbones, she nodded in
agreement with her looks.

You�re never gonna
find me, I swear

You�ll never recognize me when I wear

She waved her wand once at her hair and it was covered in a
smooth, gel-like mixture. Setting the wand down on the counter, she grasped a
black clip and secured her hair in a sophisticated twist at the back, running
her hands over it softly to secure any loose hairs or frizziness.

Grasping her wand once more, she murmured a spell and
watched as it shrunk and stuck itself to the inside of her left glove. She
snagged a black leather clutch off the desk and threw on a black wool trench
coat to ward off the chilly November, London air. Glancing out the peephole, she threw open the door of
her junior suite and strode out of the room � the door shutting with a firm
click behind her.

You�re gonna see how little I care

When I wear my little black dress.

She buttoned up the coat as she marched down the hallway and
into the waiting elevator. Her eyes were fierce and a sort of energy crackled
around her. She sauntered out of the busy lobby of the London Ritz, ignoring
the admiring glances thrown at her, and into the busy Piccadilly foot traffic.

She sauntered down the street, melding into the crowd, but
cutting a quick left onto Bond Street. She slipped into a quiet restaurant just before the
corner of Bond and Oxford,
and gave her coat to the doorman. She glanced towards the bar and marked a red
head sitting with his head near the ear of a gorgeous brunette seated right
next to him. She snorted softly and moved her feet in a slight tango once more.

Giving the maitre�d a small wave, she made her way to the other end of the bar and
tapped it softly, catching the barman�s attention. He nodded shortly and poured
a few fingers of whiskey, sending the glass her way once he�d added a few
ice-cubes and a twist of lime. She took a sip of the cool, soothing liquid and
let it burn it�s way down her throat, examining the red-haired man over the
edge of her glass. She kept her eyelids low, but knew that he was watching her
over the other woman�s shoulder.

You can wear the face of innocence well

I�ve been under that particular spell

But the lies that kept me going before

Now seem to be so hard to ignore.

She watched his eyes make their way over her shapely, silken
legs and the tight, chic black dress. He took in her long, smooth neck and she
could feel his eyes burning the skin of her bared back. She ran her tongue
softly over the rim of the glass and watched as the blue of his eyes deepened. Her
pink tongue darted out to catch a few droplets of whiskey that clung to her
upper lip and she caught his mimicking her action.

You�re never gonna find me,
I swear

You�ll never recognize me when I wear

You�re gonna see how little I care

When I wear my little black dress.

His eyes roved her figure and she smirked at his negligence.
The woman he sat next to was clearly attempting to get his attention,
practically pulling her skirt full-up to regain his eyes. The brunette further
down the bar merely smirked at the wall in front of her, refusing to make
eye-contact with the pair at the other end. She took the lime twist and suckled
it gently; enjoying the effect it had on the susceptible male.

Oh I could make it through the evening

As long as my stockings are straight

She recrossed
her legs, ran a hand up her thigh, smoothing out her silk stockings, and
grinned to herself as his eyes followed the motion once more; the brunette next
to him shifting slightly in irritation at his disinterest in her conversation.

She took a last sip of her dwindling drink and set it down
lightly, wiping the edge with her finger and then bringing it up to her mouth
to clean. The red-haired man shifted quickly and shut his eyes for a moment as
though to catalogue her movement. She took the opportunity of his closed eyes
to slip off her ring and set it in the glass, motioning the barman over.

And you�re never gonna see
me leaving

But you might catch the scent of fresh paint.

She whispered into his ear and motioned towards the empty
glass. He grinned and nodded, taking the glass away, ring still inside. He
poured another small finger of whiskey into the glass and made his way to the
man at the other end of the bar. As she paid her bill she overhead the barman
say, �The lady at the end of the bar asked me to give this to you, sir.�

She kept her head down, but felt three pairs of eyes burning
into her head. She heard the barman go back to his chair and listened as the
other brunette whispered angrily at the drinking, red-haired man. She grinned
as she heard a sputter and then a �What the �� as he found the ring at the
bottom of the glass.

You�re never gonna find me, I swear

You�ll never recognize me when I;

She stood from her seat and sauntered her way past the
bewildered man, making sure he caught her familiar scent. She grinned at his
look of shocked recognition. �I got a divorce Ron. I�ll be seeing you.�

I�ve sorted out the fiction from the fact

I�ve given you my everything and now I want it back.

At his quick response of, �Wait!� she turned and gave him a
bored look. �Yes?�

�You � you can�t just � divorce me!�

She glanced at her satin covered hands, �Oh, really?� She
looked at him and sneered, �On the grounds of abuse and infidelity, the Wizengamot was more than pleased to grant me my freedom
from that farce, you called bliss.�

You�re never gonna find me,
I swear

You�ll never recognize me when I wear

Turning in his silence to the gaping brunette beside him,
she remarked snidely, �Fool me once, Lav, shame on
you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Just remember that once a cheater, always a
cheater.� With that parting remark, she turned on her crimson soles and strode
out the door, grabbing the out-held jacket as the door was thrown open for her.

You�re gonna see how little I care

When I wear my little black dress.

With another bark of laughter, she walked out into the
blazing sunset - the light illuminating her in the portal to the dark
restaurant - head held high, and a small tear trickling down her cheek for the
loss of a dream.

A/N: �Song credits go to Anny
Celsi for "Little Black Dress."

You can see the outfit I
described here:

Dress:
http://images2.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/Product/Medium/17/_5413977.jpg

http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/8/_5413988.jpg

Corset:
http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41M0Y6H99FL._AA280_.jpg

Garter belt: http://ii.fredericks.com/fredericks/images/en_US/local/products/detail/90910.jpg

Gloves:
http://www.corneliajames.com/ecomm/graphics/PR_363_LG.jpg

Shoes: http://images.saksfifthavenue.com/images/products/04/525/7921/0452579216229/0452579216229_275x275.jpg

Coat:
http://bur.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pBUR-3646404t251x309.jpg

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