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Thursday Vignette Nov 29, 2018
Harveste Addams by Kyaru (Thumbie)
Harveste sat looking at the monstrosity in front of him. It mocked him. Taffeta. Lace. Ribbons. White. How in the seven deadly and beloved hell’s had it come to this.
He just barely understood the concept. A white wedding dress. Why? And why had he allowed this to happen. Yes it was Halloween. Wonderful, glorious, Halloween. His family adored the festival. The ghouls. The goblins. The tricks. The tasty little treats that walked right up to your very doorstep. Yes lovely Halloween. He looked forward to it each and every year.
But this year. This year was horrible. He had allowed Hermione to choose his outfit. Why had he allowed it? He bemoaned his fate. The agony of it all. She had chosen a white wedding dress for him. Of all things. Why couldn’t she have found him a funeral dress like his mother’s. That would have been gloriously morbid. But no she had walked in baring this. This white thing.
He glared at it one more time and stood from his stool. He walked to it. Looked at it carefully. Hmm. Well made. Not a Fennuxi. But rather decent. A heavy silk. Satin ribbons lacing the back. Fish tail. Unfortunately not made from real fish tails. Strapless. Had it been black it could have been something his mother might wear.
There was nothing for it. He had promised. So wear it he would. Luckily they had stayed at school this year for Halloween so although his schoolmates would see him wearing white, he would not have to suffer the indignity of his family seeing it. He stepped out of his spider silk robe and took the dress off its hanger. Eyeing it carefully he stepped into it delicately. Afraid just touching something so innocent might be catching.
He wiggled it up his legs, over his hips and finally up his chest. He hummed appreciatively. White may not be his choice of colour but he couldn’t deny he looked good. He turned to see the back in the mirror. A small frown and the ribbons quickly tied themselves. Tight. He grinned. Smart Hermione. The bodice of the dress was an old fashioned bone corset. Wonderfully uncomfortable. Each breath would be a devine struggle.
The rest of the dress skimmed his body tightly until it flared out just below his knees. Yes a veritable facsimile of his mother’s hobble dress. With a flick and swish of his hand his hair piled up on his head neat and slick and smoky shadows lined his eyes. His lips blooming blood red. He struck a pose and blew himself a kiss. The mirror cracked and he laughed.
He entered the Great Hall alone. He stood there looking for his friends. Noise came to a sudden halt and eyes turned to him.
“Oh bloody buggering hell!”
Harveste turned to the voice. “Yes Draco darling?”
The blonde, dressed as Pan swallowed before walking over. He held out a hand. “Care to dance Harveste?”
“Love to darling.”
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