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The Ule Ball, UNCUT!CHAPTER ONE: BIG NEWS.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, waiting in their Transfiguration class for Professor McGonagall.
"Good morning class" said Professor McGonagall.
"Good morning professor…" the class replied in chorus.
"As some of you may have heard, this year we will be hosting the very sophisticated, Ule Ball."
The girls started to giggle and already deciding what to wear. All the girls… except Hermione, who had read all about these balls and had suddenly started to blush and slide down into her chair, just like Ron did in potions class when Professor Snape asked him for an answer he knew Ron would never guess.
"It is compulsory to be able to dance the Ule dance." started McGonagall.
"So, today instead of practising your assessment, I will teach you this dance with help of our very own, Professor Dumbledor."
With that Dumbledor stepped into the room in fancy black and white robes with a red bow tie around his neck.
"He looks like James Bond." said Harry, nudging Ron in the ribs.
"Who?!"
"Never mind…"
With a flick of her wand, Professor McGonagall had changed from her regular frumpy green robes, to an elegant green and black gown.
They both Looked half their age.
"Class, please notice how we are dressed. Modest and formal"
"Mr.Longbottom, please turn the record player on."
As the music started to play, the two teachers dance whimsically across the remaining space on the floor.
"As you can see people, we were moving to the slow beat of a classic waltz. You should all know what that looks like." explained McGonagall.
Just before the class had to get to their feet, the bell rang.
"I've read all about these balls, and personally, I think there a waste of time. I mean all you do is dance with some disgusting boy you got stuck with because all the nice ones were all taken." complained Hermione.
"Well I think it would be a great laugh. Spending the night with girl of your choice! What is so bad about that?" said Ron.
"What do you think Harry?"
"Well, the most formal occasion I've ever been to was Dudley's birthday parties. So it would be a change." agreed Harry.
Then for some strange reason, Hermione stormed off like she had been offended…