Pansy Parkinson twirled, arms above her head, and spun her hips to the sound of the music. A light yet provocative melody that suited Samhain. A little creepy. But definitely on vibe. Autumn was her favourite season not only because the ambiance was so serene and tangible, but because it was the perfect excuse to get dressed up and tease the boys.
She spun around again, smirking at the way every male gaze in the vicinity shifted to her. Her skirt was too short, her shirt was tucked under her boobs, exposing her midriff and highlighting her new magical implants. And her kitty costume just screamed “fuck me!”.
She’d added Halloween themed bells to the shirt, right over where her nipples were, as well as lining them along the edges of her skirt. They were charmed to be almost noiseless, just tinkling lightly in the background, white noise. She thought it made her look sexy.
Halloween parties and school dances outside, in the Autumn breeze, were meant for such beautifully vulgar displays. She turned again, looking back at the boys, her butt jutting out, her torso twisted in an innocently seductive manner. Draco, Blaise, and Theo all stood staring at her like she was a strawberry flavoured candy sugar quill. Eyes wide. Mouths dry and agape.
She smirked again, bouncing on the spot to make her tits jiggle and the bells tinkle lightly.
“Well?” She asked, drawing out the word and batting her eyelashes. “How do I look?”
Theo cleared his throat and a faint blush darkened his cheeks. Draco was as red as a tomato.
Blaise was the first to recover. “Fucking hot, Pansy.”