Together (A Harry Potter love story) 3

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"That's true," Mione snuffled, a small smile appearing on her face.

"You bet it's true," said Lyra, a sudden excited grin forming on her lips. "Let's all get dressed. Get dressed as if we're going to a nightclub!"

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"Millie," said Lyra, in a matter-of-fact tone. "As much as you're rocking Harry's Quidditch jumper right now-" I glanced down at the large hoodie hanging off my body "-I think we should have some fun! Prove to Mr Ronald Weasley how much of a git he's being. Whenever I feel down, my sister and I get all dressed up. Come on, girls! It's only like, two in the morning!"

"I agree," said Lavender, sitting up. "Parv? Millie? Hermione?"

"I'm in!"

"Of course!

The four girls turned to me with expectant looks.

I sighed. "Fine. But I've got a better idea..."

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Less than an hour later, Lyra, Mione, Lavender, Parvati and I were stood in front of the mirror, and not brag or anything, but we - looked - hot. I would've never imagined the boring uniform I wore on a daily basis could be changed into something so different. The top bottoms of our white blouses (Lyra had borrowed Mione's spare uniform) had been unbottoned, and our skirts had been pulled up so that they now ended on our mid-thighs as opposed to above the knee like they usually did. We had even put some makeup on: we had done winged eyeliner on each other, with a subtle smokey eye, perfectly defined contour and several coats of mascara.

"We look hot as hell," Lyra breathed, staring back at our reflection.

"We do," Mione agreed, beaming. "But now what? No-one will be awake now..."

"That doesn't matter," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "We can have a mini party in here by ourselves!"

Lavender squealed. "Yesss! We're staying up. All. Night!"

We laughed, Parvati saying, "We should do this more often-"

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOO!"

All five of us jumped, exchanging panicked looks.

Silence.

"What was that?" I whispered, grabbing my wand from Mione's bedside table.

"I don't know," said Mione quickly, her eyes fixed on the door. "I think it came from another dormitory..."

I reached the door first; we sprinted down the staircase, wands held out in front of us. Doors opened behind us, and sleepy voices called after us.

"Who shouted?"

"What're you doing?"

The common room was lit by the glow of the dying fire, still littered with debris from the fire. Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville were all standing in the centre, disbelief spread across each of their faces.

"Harry, what happened?" I said, hurrying over to them, but as soon as we reached them, all five of their jaws dropped.

Lyra frowned. "What're you - oh..."