Several floors below Gryffindor tower, Severus Snape was making his way towards Dumbledore's office to find out whether his attempt at helping Miss Granger had sufficed. Dumbledore was sitting in his office, giggling hysterically at a photo of Snape dressed as a fairy godmother. 'Oh ho ho ho, Severus, you dog!' He said to himself, laughing. There was a knock on the door. He quickly hid the photo under some parchment. 'ER ER- erm, Come in!' He said briskly. Snape entered, 'Ah Severus! Come in, come in! Please sit down!' Said Dumbledore as he took out his wand and made a comfy beanbag chair appear out of thin air in front of his desk. Snape half reluctantly sat down and stared at the headmaster with a great loathing of what he made him endure tonight. 'I trust my efforts were recognised, Headmaster.' Snape said in a low tone. 'Oh yes, they were indeed!' Said Dumbledore beaming. 'I saw Miss Granger at the Yule Ball, she looked marvellous, I never knew you had it in you Severus.' Said Dumbledore, winking. 'Well I'm glad you approve and now that that's sorted, I would appreciate it if we never discussed this manner again.' Said Snape, his eyes squinting as he sank lower in the bean bag chair. 'Of course Severus, of course.' Said Dumbledore as he slowly hid the photo of Snape in drag even more under a pile of parchment. 'Well if that's everything then you may go Severus and thank you.' 'Very well, Headmaster.' Snape said as he pulled himself out of the chair and left the room, muttering under his breath. Dumbledore then pulled the photo out from underneath the parchment and resumed to laugh at it hysterically. He took out his wand and cast a patronus, a great misty white phoenix shot out from his wand. 'Minerva, come up to my office immediately, I think I've found something I know that you'll enjoy.' Dumbledore spoke to the patronus as he sent it hurtling down towards Professor McGonagall's office.
Down in the courtyard just outside the entrance hall, Ron was sitting perched on the steps, twirling the glass slipper that the mystery girl has left behind as she hurried to get away from him. Could he be that bad of a kisser? But then again, the girl did say, "What a kiss!" He needed to know who she was and this slipper was the only clue he had. 'What's gotten you so down in the dumps?' Harry said as he sat down with Ron on the steps. 'Listen mate, you know that girl in the blue dress we saw earlier?' 'Who didn't see her?' Harry replied sarcastically with a grin. 'Yeah well, she kissed me before she ran off into her carriage.' 'Ballocks!' Harry said, looking at Ron with an even cheesier grin. 'I'm serious mate, I can prove it! Look!' And to Harry's surprise, Ron held up a glass slipper that he was sure belonged to the girl. Who else would have come to the ball wearing glass slippers? 'Hey, just like Cinderella!' 'What?' Asked Ron looking confused. Harry then remembered that Ron had no muggle heritage so he wouldn't have heard of a muggle story. 'Never mind, did you find out who it was?' Said Harry feeling bewildered that Ron had managed to pull the best looking girl at the ball. 'Nope,' said Ron, looking down at the ground. 'But I have a way to find out.' 'How?' 'All I have to do is ask Krum who he brought to the ball.' Said Ron. Harry shifted on the step awkwardly. 'What is it?' Asked Ron. 'Well, errr, you can't mate.' Said Harry, shifting his feet. 'Why not?!' Snapped Ron. 'Loads of guys tried asking Krum, but he can't remember a thing, he was accidently stunned by the girl and hit his head and now he can't remember.' Ron drooped his head and then looked at Harry with a face of pure determination. 'Then I will try this glass slipper on every girl in the school, Beauxbatons too if I have to! And the one that fits it will be the girl that I kissed.' 'Oh come off it mate,' said Harry, 'there's bound to be loads of girls that will fit that shoe!' 'I know,' said Ron, 'but at least I will be able to narrow it down to only the girls that fit the shoe.' 'I guess so.' Said Harry, shrugging. 'But it's too late to start now mate, you can start your search in the morning after we've had a good night sleep.' 'Alright mate.' Said Ron as they made their way up the steps and he pocketed the glass slipper inside his frilly dress robes.
TO BE CONTINUED
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