CHAPTER 3
By Klainer0801
*I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters* - I wish :)
What are your thoughts so far guys?! I love the reviews you have written already :D Just so you know (if you've read some of my other work) I'm planning to upload the first chapter of my new Glee/Klaine/The Hunger Games fic next week :) Anyway... Enjoy this chapter I had great fun writing it!
"What's wrong with you? You look like you've just gained a detention with Snape…"
Harry ignored Ron's question and fell face first down onto his bed. He quickly jolted back up as his glasses dug into the bridge of his nose.
Harry took off his glasses and began rubbing where they had cut, "You know we got a ball this year?"
"Whaaa- Really?! Ron said, sitting up in his bed to look at Harry, "Oh god… let's hope it doesn't go as bad as last year!"
Harry sniggered as he folded his robes, "Ha! Seconded!"
"What for anyway? Graduation?"
Harry hummed in agreement and pulled on his pyjama top. He looked up to see Ron laughing to himself. "What?!"
"Sorry mate… just had an image in my head of you dancing round the floor with Parvati! That was entertaining alright!" Ron said as he fell back down onto his back and pulled the covers up some more.
Harry smirked as he climbed into his own bed, "That's funny you know… because you'll be the one dancing this year! Goodnight." Harry turned off the light with a swish of his wand because closing his eyes and waiting for Ron's response.
He waited in the darkness for quite a while in silence. As his eyes adjusted to the light he could see Ron's faint shadowy outline clinging to the duvet, frozen solid and eyes open wide. Eventually he stuttered before getting out his words.
"W-wait… WHAT?!"
Seamus sprung up out of his sleep at Ron's shouting, brandishing his wand as a weapon, "Who? What happened? Where…"
"Sorry… umm… Ron just had a nightmare Seamus, you can go back to sleep." Said Harry, trying to contain his laughter.
Seamus muttered incoherent sentences under his breath as he stumbled back to bed, still in his sleep haze. He pulled his covers up and began snoring again instantly.
"I bloody well hope this is a nightmare Harry! What do you mean?!" Ron spat out, swinging his legs over the side of his bed.
"McGonagall. She called me to her office to tell me that the prefects will be taking the first dance. That, I believe, means you… will be dancing with Hermione!"Harry laughed out, his smirk getting bigger by the second.
Ron threw a pillow over at Harry, who simply deflected it with his hand, before sulking again. "Don't laugh at me… this is terrible! Wait – What has that even got to do with you?"
Shiiit. Harry forgot that if he told Ron about the prefects he would have to explain his reason for being told in the first place. He held his breath as he tried to think of a reason, some sort of lie he could induce in his head.
"Well?"
"Urr… the teachers just happened to enjoy my dancing last year so they thought they'd tell me about the ball early." Harry said, attempting to hide under his own covers. He realised that wasn't working so turned around leaving only his back for Ron to talk to.
Harry could feel Ron's smirk behind him. He couldn't see him but he knew Ron would be laughing silently to himself.
"That's bull isn't it? Isnt it Harry? Come on, spill the beans! What did she actually want you for?!"
Harry knew there was no way of playing this down now. Well, if he was going to admit to it, he was going to make himself seem as brilliant as possible. "Actually it's true. They enjoyed my dancing that much that they've even asked me to teach it this year. Practically begged me… they know you prefects are not the strongest of dancers you see."
Ron actually slid down off his bed onto the floor in exasperation with a long growl, "whhhhhyyyy?! You're not that good of a dancer! And I can dance fine for your information! I don't need you to teach me! Wait… No way! That means you get to put your hands on like all the girls waists! That's so unfair!"
Harry thought about keeping his lies going for a while longer just to annoy Ron and get the satisfaction… but he chose against it when he realised Ron would find out what was happening sooner or later.
"Actually, I'm not teaching everyone… just the bad dancers!"
"Oh right… Am I not considered a bad dancer then?"
Harry was about to answer and then he realised… hadn't McGonagall said earlier that the prefects had already started their dance classes with the teachers and Harry was meant to be just a private mentor? So… how did Ron not know of any of this?
"Ron… Have you not been going to the dance classes for the prefects?"
Ron cocked his head to the left and stared at Harry with a confused expression, "What dan- oh bloody hell! That's what Hermione's been trying to drag me along to every Monday night…"
"Yeah you should probably start going to them if you want to dance with her…"
Ron hummed quickly and nodded his head. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He always got like this whenever Harry brought up his feelings for Hermione.
Ron cleared his throat and looked back up at Harry, still shifting his feet nervously, "So who is it you've got to teach? Who do they think is bad?"
Harry grinned trying to make a joke out of the situation, "Well, out of the four houses… who do you think is going to be the worst at dancing?!"
"No way! You have to coach the Slytherins! Haha that's just- Wait... Pansy's a really good dancer though, that's why she got along so well with the Veela? So that means…OMG!"
"OK OK! I'm teaching Draco Malfoy… I hope you're bloody happy!"
Ron's face scrunched up as he tried to contain his amusement but it was too much for him. He let out his laughter suddenly, banging the floor beside him with his fists.
Seamus jumped out of his bed once more at the noise and threw a spell in their direction. Both boys had the common sense to duck, Harry noted to never let Seamus sleep with his wand ever again. The spell hit the glass of water on Harry's beside table, causing it to turn a deep purple colour and explode, sending fumes everywhere and waking everyone else in the dorm.
