Harry rubbed his face as he listened to Ron's date, Padma Patil, was taken by a Durmstrang student to dance. Parvati, surprisingly still sitting next to him, was looking a little jealous. "Well, aren't we going to dance again?"

Harry looked up at his date, and made a snap decision. So what if the girl he had a crush on was with another guy? This was a dance, his first dance, and Harry decided that for the rest of the night, he'd have fun. "…yeah. Yes, we are."

Standing, Harry extended a hand to a smiling Parvati, while Ron looked betrayed. As the Indian girl took her date's hand at stood, Ron, red eared, glared up at Harry. "What're you doing?! Thi-"

"Ron." It wasn't very often Harry got cross with his best mate, but, Merlin's bushy beard, this was one of those times. "I am not going to spend the rest of the night sulking just because Cho got asked to go dancing with Cedric. You should stop moping as well, you know. Now, pardon me, but I've got some dancing to do with a nice girl." It was a blushing Parvati that was led back to the dance floor, and a fuming Ron that got left behind.

Taking up a slightly looser stance, since the formal music was playing now, the Weird Sisters having a break period, Harry and Parvati danced more like a couple of Muggles at prom instead of a witch and wizard at a ball. "I'm, uh, sorry about earlier, Parvati. I was being a prat, and I really shouldn't have been."

Shaking her head a bit, as well as giggling at the abashed look on Harry's face, Parvati gave his shoulder a squeeze. "It's alright. The opening dance was fun, and I think the rest of the night is going to be great."

Harry smiled at that, and was about to say something when both heads turned, Parvati's because someone tapped her shoulder, and he because the hand tapping looked familiar. The face of Katie Bell answered Harry's unspoken question of why. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but, I think I'm going to cast a damper on your night. Mind if I danced with Harry for a bit?"

Harry blinked and almost said no, but Parvati beat him to the chase. "Well… alright. Not like he won't dance with me ever again tonight." A surprised Potter was passed from one Gryffindor to the other, however, it was a relatively easy transition, since he knew Katie much better than Parvati and had been the young Chaser's dance practice partner a couple times in the passed month.

Katie and Harry had a much easier time getting a conversation going, and it wasn't only about Quidditch. Though Harry wished it was, considering he was blushing throughout it. It was a relief when the topic turned to their teammates, and the positions of Alicia and Angelina(gone from the Great Hall, along with Fred and George) was a little eyebrow raising, but the Terrible Twins had been fancying those two for a bit. Or that was how it seemed to Harry's very inexperienced eyes. Eventually, Harry bade off of dancing for a second to grab some punch, since he was rather thirsty and sweaty, with Katie looking only a little better off.

Her makeup must have been magically applied, since it was not running even when sweat went right down her eyes. Something that was rather good, since it meant Harry wouldn't feel bad about him somehow making her cry.

After the fourth glass of punch that evening(his first having been while sulking with Ron), Harry's recollection of the night became a little fuzzy. He'd been dancing with one of the Beauxbatons girls when suddenly everything just tasted purple and looked green.

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The next morning
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It was with a groan that Harry sat up, rubbing his head and wondering why stone floors were the only thing Hogwarts had. It was after he tried to move his right hand and heard a moan that he opened his eyes. It was a surprise to find that everything was crystal clear and he didn't feel his glasses at all. Looking around, Harry found that he was under a blanket that probably wouldn't be out of place in the Slytherin dorms, it was so green. He also found his hand, rather, his middle and ring fingers felt wet and a little numb. Wiggling them a bit got him to look down at the girl that they were apparently stuck… in…

The first thought that hit Harry after marveling at his new sight, and the blonde's body was "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT?!"

An almost musical laughter followed his exclamation, which apparently wasn't as in his head as he'd thought. But it was quiet enough that the blond(Fay Duh...something) didn't wake up. Turning, Harry found himself looking at the back of one Fleur Delacour as she did some charm work on her ball gown, turning it into something more resembling a sundress. The only thing really blocking his view of her full back was the pair of panties that looked like they were not supposed to be stitched together at the one side, but otherwise were almost perfect.

Now if only they were green instead of blue...

Harry almost smacked his head for that passing thought as Fleur turned to look at him, giving the last Potter a nice side view. They looked a lot better from the... from the front...

Fleur adopted a rather amused look as Harry's eyes widended and he once again whispered "What the hell did I DO last night?!"

Slipping on the converted sundress, Fleur just walked over to Harry and gave him a kiss square on the lips. It did taste a lot better without the alcohol...wait, what? "You showed me just why I can't call you a 'leetle boy', 'Arry. It was a very good night, as Daphne can agree to." Daphne? And why was her accent suddenly a lot less-oh.

It was a slight jolt as the blonde laying next to him started giving him a handy. "Indeed. I think I'll keep him."

...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!