Fuck the glittery dress.

Audette made a scene in the empty eighth level tower of the Slytherin dormitories, yanking off the silken garment like a brute. Skipping undoing half of the buttons resulted in it being so tight when she brought it over her head that she stumbled around like a mouse with it's head in a cheese trap before finally tossing the dress clean across the circular expanse of the female quarters.

It landed somewhere behind Daphne Greengrass' tidy bed, but that really wasn't her pressing concern.

What was her concern was the angst of being hit on by Draco Malfoy, and the dismissive eyes of Theodore the entire time.

Draco's breath on her skin had been regrettably...delectable, and when she'd bumped her nose into his their lips had lightly grazed. She loudly grumbled, pacing in her bra and panties whilst twisting her beautifully styled hair. Her heart raced like a jet engine, filled with contradicting desires.

No no no, she huffed internally. He was already getting to her. How dare he sit there and act like she was some sort of hussy. Just because he was arguably gorgeous he was not going to have his way with her for sheer dumb fun.

She dressed into a powder blue nightgown like the antiquated gal that she was, and went to her single, four-poster bed to ruffle around through the covers, "Think-Think, I need your help, show yourself you silly thing." Delicately, despite her intoxicated and hyperactive state, Audette lifted up the green and black sheets all over until a very sweet little pink face emerged in the fabrics, no larger than a tea cup.

Think-Think, often abbreviated to T-T, was a splendidly capricious magical creature that provided advice from two sides of a coin; a Consciaur, aptly titled, capable of envisioning all sorts of perspectives on a matter at hand.

The little beast which presented more as a teddy bear in a soft pink flame crawled up her arm to seat itself in it's usual position on her shoulder, pulling her golden hair aside and whispering in her ear.

The extraordinary critters were well-known amongst muggles as an intangible concept of "conscience", where in reality they were nothing more than independent, calculative, and quite opinionated beings, sometimes even unhelpful as they flip-flopped between "good" and "evil" if one could not tell apart the nature of both offerings. Once assigned to an owner they were invisible to all others, and frightfully impossible to get rid of. Unburdened by the despair of time, Consciaurs never aged, and were lifelong pets.

It's tiny voice peeped into her audiological senses, groggy from sleeping as it endlessly dozed whenever not called upon, "We should go back down, and kiss the handsome blond boy. Then we should go to his bed and learn to let loose."

"Next," Audette snarled.

Clearly the Consciaur had woken up and chosen violence.

It crawled lazily along the nape of her neck and plunked itself down on her other shoulder, yawning and stretching as it did so. Then she felt the gentle tickle of its stub pushing aside her hair there as well, hushing into her ear once more, "We should consult with our friends, and continue to digest our emotional heartbreak in a mature manner."

Audette rubbed at her sweaty face, "That is the right thing to do, isn't it? But that only aids me for tonight. How do I deal with Theodore? I want him back, more than ever T-T."

With a goosey sigh Think-Think clambered back to the other shoulder, and Audette winced from the sharp pull of it's claws on her clothing. It cleared it's throat, piping up in a shrill pierce like a crying kitten, it's tiny legs swinging back and forth on her collarbone with childish glee, "Let us make Theodore jealous by pursuing Draco Malfoy, and give in to our sexual desires. If Theodore does not forgive us as a result then it was meant to be that way."

Audette flickered her eyes to the ceiling, her voice markedly darker this time, "Next! No more Draco Malfoy!"

Think-Think evidently had a sore spot for Malfoy as well, and it was not at all what she needed to hear.

Back and forth, back and forth the little teddy climbed, and it was either advice to consult other parties or cave to destructive inclinations, to the point where Audette was about to give up when the heavy wooden door to the room burst open and she turned in surprise to see Draco himself standing there.

Impossible, as the stairs should have transitioned into a slippery slide at the prompt of a straight male attempting to ascend.

He walked briskly to her with his hands out, hardly containing his laughter, "Oh Audette, I'm so dreadfully in love with you." If his clothing didn't give it away, it was the incessant giggling.

She smacked him hard on the cheek when he drifted within range, "Cut it out Guy, that's not even remotely hilarious."

Just as quickly as her hand had met his face Guy revealed his true form, and the appearance of Draco withered away alongside Guy's uncontrollable chuckling.

Drunken Slytherin girls dragged themselves into the room behind Guy as he removed his tie from his forehead in admonition, "Oh come on, it was a wee bit funny. What did he have to say, I'm yearning. I'm in turmoil, Audette, Audetteeee, please tell me it was what I think it was." He pointed his painted fingernails into a steeple, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth.

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She scoffed, ripping open her comforter and slumping against the headboard, T-T just barely hanging on for dear life on her gown by his petite nails, "Oh it was exactly what you're imagining - he thinks I'm serving myself up on a silver platter just because I'm single. As if my personal values had just flown out the window with my latest owl."

Guy closed his fist and shook it as though his favorite Quidditch team had just won a tournament, "Oh...my god, let me get in my jim jams and let's cahoot. I'm on the lash, give me a second to decompress."

He turned around in a flurry of excitement, slamming open his trunk at the base of his bed in dramatic flare. The ugly horned toad that he kept as an unpopular pet belched with criticism from where it was snuggled in his bedding as clothing was flung to and fro, landing blindingly on it's reptilian head without consideration.

Pansy Parkinson leaned on the wooden post of her bunk across the way in her stately black dress, crossing her arms with knowing brown eyes directed at Audette, "Why don't you just fuck him? He's a good time, you know, Draco. Nott is ancient history. He's not coming back."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Audette defended without total confidence.

The chagrin had set in. All of the girls and Guy were staring at her like she was a dog with three legs trying to run a marathon. The mood in the room was as prickly as a cactus.

"Of course I do," Pansy smiled without an ounce of friendliness, "You're pathetic. And he's over you."

Daphne Greengrass sat detached before a tall claw foot mirror on the floor, brushing out her locks of auburn hair, "You know what Parkinson? Let's set a bet."

"A bet?" Pansy smirked impishly, combing through her personal belongings with aristocratic decency. Her brown hair slid beautifully in perfect vertical strands, ending just below her shoulders in a dramatically exact slice. Audette sneered at the girl, not at all impartial to Pansy's close relationship with Draco, suspecting that she was disturbingly entertained by the events of the evening and her break up with Nott.

Audette furrowed her eyebrows between the two scheming girls as Guy plunked down onto her bed in his two-piece evening attire, hanging his head back theatrically. He was now wearing a shiny suit of white silk, "Oh, Audette, I'm exploding with envy, baby. Do pray tell."

She grimaced, turning back to Daphne on the floor, "There's nothing else to tell. Spill it then, what bet?"

The brush running through Daphne's hair slowly ground to a halt, and she turned her mean eyes to Audette from where she was sat cross-legged on the cool stone flooring, "I bet you can make him into a boyfriend, without sleeping with him."

Pansy burst into comical tears at the notion alone, now laying sideways on her bed spread with her arm propping up her head casually, "Draco Malfoy, a boyfriend? I'd toss a few sickles on that desperate effort. It's never been achieved."

Guy excitedly clapped his hands, his face brightening with diabolical exuberance, "I doubt you can do it as well, but do please try. Nott would lose his marbles. I saw that look in your eyes tonight, you're lusty for him you naughty bitch. And he..." he slowly raised one lavender brow, his elegant face burgeoning into a badgering gleam, "...he's very interested as well and not afraid to show it."

Audette let a gust of air escape her lips, "So what if I am? He's contemptible nonetheless." So what if she was, everyone was...anyone with eyeballs was lusty for Draco Malfoy. That did not mean she was going to fall straight into his clutches. Audette was an upstanding girl, overtly modest even, and Draco Malfoy was the exact opposite. It would be a dumpster fire from the get-go, and Audette was bound to be the one left burned.

"So WHAT!" Guy guffawed boisterously, smacking the bed like it had requested a personal spanking. "This is your chance, girl! You want Nott back, don't you? Show him what he's missing. Use Malfoy to make a point."

"He's right," Pansy spun her black wand around in her fingers with matte eyes. Guy nodded his head with silly melodrama to drive his argument across.

He clasped his hands up to his mouth, "I have a real dare for you then, Audetticals."

T-T snored obnoxiously into Audette's ear, having poorly performed his duties and ready to go back to his deep and endless slumber. She turned her eyes to process his little body forming a globe on her clothing, partially shivering in the open air.

Audette carefully lifted her Consciaur into his specifically crafted miniature cradle located on the sill of the submarine, circular port behind her bed facing into the Black Lake. They all watched her move her arm as if she was inflicted with Schizophrenia, none of them able to see the magical creature she held close consort with on a constant basis. Think-Think curled up like a cat in his fluffy pad, running his little arm over his nose and hiding his peachy face instantly.

She turned back to the room of attentive females, ignoring the subjective glances being shot in her direction, "Fine, Guy. Go on."

Guy shook out his long lavender hair in a spectacular show of lilac waves, "Alright. Here is the official bet, everyone crowd in."

Everyone did indeed crowd in, all of the three other girls shuffled forward in the room to hang around Audette's bed frame.

Guy hummed theatrically, his bright eyes sparkling with mischief, "You make a boyfriend out of Draco Lucius Malfoy, without sleeping with him. If you can establish that and waste his time until Christmas day, then I'll personally attend any classes you want to skip, as yourself, in second semester."

Pansy snorted instantly, "And when she inevitably fails?"

Guy tapped his wonky yellow wand on his chin in contemplation, "She loses, she has to write all of my parchments in second semester." He snickered with a lopsided grin, and Audette pushed his shoulder interactively.

"I won't lose - you're on," Audette decided drunkenly that she would love the opportunity to sleep in for the second semester whenever she pleased, instead of attending Potions courses at seven in the dungeons.

She held out her hand firmly to shake Guy's, who's eyebrows rose so high into his hairline that they disappeared, "Your funeral, blondie."

As the Slytherin crowd wandered back to their own beds she weighed the other possible benefits of the enterprise in her mind. If they were all so convinced of it, perhaps such a happenstance would truly procure jealousy in Theodore and result in him returning to her. Then, even if she had to break it off with Draco early and write all of Guy's parchments in second semester, she'd still be winning with Theo back at her side.

Any man could be domesticated into a boyfriend with enough sass and tease, she thought. She was Audette Bellarose, queen of propriety, and fierce when necessary. Draco Malfoy didn't stand a chance.

Let the games begin.