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Chapter 10 – Dancing Lessons and Dress Robes

"Hi Harry!"

Harry looked up as Padma and Parvarti Patil passed him. Adie bit into a piece of toast as the two girls gave her friend shy smiles. She rolled her eyes, spreading more marmalade onto her slice, and noticed Harry gazing over at the Ravenclaw table. He took a sip of pumpkin juice, before dribbling it all down his front as he tried to smile at Cho.

"Fail!"

He turned to face her and glared playfully.

"Shut up Adrian!"

"Oh using my full name, must be serious!"

She giggled and then heard Hermione complaining. They both looked at her as she flattened the newspaper.

"Look at this! I can't believe it she's done it again."

Peering over her shoulder, Adie could see a picture of Harry and Hermione hugging. Also there was a nice pic of Victor Krum posing as always.

"Aww nice one of you!"

Hermione glared at her friend and Adie quietened, though she shot Ron a look as he chuckled.

"Miss Granger, a plain, but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Victor Krum. No news yet on how Harry Potter is taking this latest emotional blow."

Hermione looked up from the prophet. Adie shrugged and Harry sipped his juice. As Harry took another mouthful of cereal and Adie started her second piece of toast, a young boy, carrying a large parcel, walked up to Ron.

"Parcel for you, Mr Weasley."

Ron took it from him.

"Oh thank you Nigel."

The boy; Nigel, took a step back and gazed at Harry. Hermione gave a subtle cough and Ron turned to him.

"Not now, Nigel. Later...go on!"

Nigel, reluctantly, walked away. Ron turned back to see all three of his friends looking at him quizzically.

"I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph."

Without another word, Ron began to open the parcel.

"Oh look Mum sent me something!"

As he pulled away the paper and opened the lid, they all gaped at what it was. Ron pulled it out, bewildered.

"Mum sent me a dress!"

Harry smirked.

"Well it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet...aha!"

He held the frilly bonnet against Ron's chest. Adie covered her mouth to stop herself spitting out crumbs as she giggled.

"Put those down Harry!"

He walked over to his sister.

"Ginny these must be for you."

She looked at them indignantly.

"I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly!"

"What are you on about?"

Hermione giggled and answered.

"They're not for Ginny! They're for you."

Everyone erupted into laughter.

"Dress robes."

Ron looked horrified.

"Dress robes?! For what?"

His question was answered later that day when the whole of Gryffindor house was in a very empty Hospital Wing. Professor McGonagall addressed her house. She spoke loud as Filch tried to set up a large gramaphone.

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament...since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we, and our guests, gather in the Great Hall for a night of well mannered frivolity."

She looked from the girls, sat on one side of the room, to the boys, sat on the other.

"As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you, to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is first and foremost, a dance."

Boys began to groan and girls began to whisper. Professor McGonagall held up her hands.

"Silence! The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries, I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!"

Adie smirked when she saw George whisper to Fred. Her eyes looked to the teacher as she spoke again.

"Now to dance, is to let the body breathe! Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight."

Ron, this time, whispered to Harry. McGonagall addressed the boys.

"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance! Mr Weasley."

Ron looked up at her.

"Yes."

She stretched out her hand.

"Will you join me please? Now place your right hand on my waist."

Ron turned white.

"Where?"

"My waist."

Adie put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. Ron turned to look around and glared. Professor McGonagall turned him back to face her.

"Mr Filch if you please."

The music started and the pair began to waltz around the floor. Adie caught Fred and George's eye as they mocked danced. She giggled and they smirked. She watched as Harry whispered to then and their grins brightened. Ron looked so uncomfortable dancing with the teacher.

"Everybody come together!"

All the girls, bar a few; Adie included, got to their feet and walked forward.

"Boys on your feet!"

George mouthed over to Adie.

"You not dancing?"

She scrunched up her nose and mouth back.

"Pfft no chance!"

He chuckled. Then Neville got to his feet. Fred smirked as he saw his twin wink over at the blonde. She playfully rolled her eyes and folded her arms. George grinned.

"I'll do it if you do it!"

"No way!"

This silent, mouthed conversation, continued until McGonagall had dragged all the boys, and the few remaining girls, to their feet and got them dancing.

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