She was a big believer in feeling good in what you wear, that it just adds that extra something to your confidence. So tonight she’d decided to go all out, pulling out the lingerie set she’d bought for Valentine’s Day, but never got to wear. Her modest cleavage strains against the delicate black lace cups of the demi bra, giving just a hint of her nipples poking through the top. She’d always been proud of her bum, and just loved how the tiny lace thong and matching suspender belt framed it perfectly. She’s scanning her closet trying to find the right dress, when her eyes spot something she’d bought on a whim with Ginny. It was a dark grey, satin mini dress with tiny little straps and cowl neck that would scoop just low enough to tease at the lace of her bra, should someone get close enough for a peek that is. She glides the dress on and loves how it nips in at her waist and gently flares out over her hips and thighs. It barely covers the tops of her stockings, and she briefly wonders if it’s too short, but the Gryffindor in her says what the hell. It’s so different to what she’d usually wear out, Ron was never one to like her getting too glammed up and drawing attention to herself, so she’d always kept it simple. She was pleasantly surprised at how great it actually looks, particularly with the black heels she just applied a cushioning charm to. She’d finished off her look with a smokey eye, nude lip and tamed her curls into sleek waves.