Star Crossed

Chapter Fifty One- May I have this dance

"I'm so excited!" the red headed girl flounced around the common room her golden dress billowing out around her as she span in circles. "This is the best event that Hogwarts has ever thrown! I'm so glad Rosier and Fodder got suspended now." 
I rolled my eyes at her and walked over to floor length mirror propped up beside the portrait hole. 
The red silk fabric of my dress flowed over the curves of my body reaching down to my ankles, my leg visible when I walked through a split that came up to the middle of my thigh, my golden heels gleamed in the candlelight. I ran my fingers through my hair which I had styled into soft waves as I pressed my lips together to set my crimson lipstick.
I glanced towards the large golden clock over the fireplace five minutes to seven. Regardless of my attempts to convince Lazarus that I was more than able to meet him outside of the Great Hall he had insisted that he come to the common room for me just before seven so that we could walk down to the Great Hall together.
"I still can't believe Lazarus asked you and that you said yes!" Amber smirked still swirling her dress around herself. 
"Why not?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well... I just never saw you two that way." She replied sticking out her bottom lip in thought as she often did. 
"Neither do we." I said quickly wanting to put those rumours to bed quickly before Amber could spread them around the school there would be enough speculation over peoples dates as it was. 
"We are just going as friends." I added causing Amber to crinkle up her nose.
"As friends? Who goes to a Valentine's Day Dance as friends?" 
"Friends do!" I huffed crossing my arms across my chest defensively.
"You look ravishing my love," Florian grinned from behind Amber as he had just entered the common room from the boys dormitory, Amber flew around a very large grin plastered over her face. Florian wore a black tuxedo with a golden tie to match Amber's dress. 
"Have fun," I smiled at them as they walked towards the portrait hole hand in hand. 
"Are you not coming? You can come down with us if you like?" Florian smiled, I returned his smile warmly but explained that I was just waiting for Lazarus he had nodded and they had left. 
Not even a minute had passed before there was a tuneful knock upon the portrait, I laughed as I heard the fat lady complaining from the other side. 
"You boy you can't just go knocking on me, watch where you are putting those hands!" chuckling to myself I pushed the portrait open to see Lazarus stood just outside a smile spreading from ear to ear. His chocolate brown locks were loosely pulled back and he wore a black tailored suit and white shirt with a red tie and pocket rim to match my dress, he did look very smart. His small froze on his face as he stared at me in silence his eyes wide I coughed lightly and looked around us feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Oh er are you ready? I mean you look ready! You look... you look amazing." Lazarus stuttered running a hand through his hair before holding it out for me to take. 
I internally rolled my eyes I was quite capable of stepping out of the portrait hole as I did multiple times every day but not wanting to be rude I took his hand before releasing it again once I was through into the corridor where he now held his arm out for me to take instead smiling. I linked my arm through his as we walked along the corridors and down the steps towards the Great Hall all the time I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, something just didn't feel right it was like I was going on a date with my brother.

"Wiglaf is meeting us here." he smiled as we reached the two large wooden doors.

"He's here." I smiled pointing to Wiglaf as he stood just a few metres away from the entrance his hands in the pockets of his slim fit navy pants which matched a navy blazer and sweater underneath which was upon a white shirt. His long hair pulled back into a neat bun. 
I waved at him to get his attention and he smiled upon seeing us before making his way towards us. 
"You're both a sight for sore eyes." Wiglaf smiled. 
"You too." I smiled with a playful wink. 

"Shall we?" He gestured to the large doors placing a hand upon one of them ready to prompt it to open for us.
"Wait where's Riddle?" I asked placing my hand upon Wiglaf's arm to stall him. 
"I don't know." He replied. "He will probably be inside, he did not make any arrangements with me to meet beforehand and as you have just asked me I am assuming nor has he with you."