From Orphan to a Dragon's Child

A date to the Yule Ball

"Mr Potter! Surely you must be joking! I am not a suitable dance partner for you!" She gasped, whilst dabbing the remains of her tea from the front of her robe with her handkerchief.

"Why Minerva please! Call me Harry, I must insist, if you're going to be my date to the ball..."

He gave her a shit-eating grin whilst she babbled incoherently at his words. Professor Flitwick who had yet to control his outbreak of giggles soothed Minerva with his next words. 

"Why Minerva! Young Mr Potter here would be a perfect partner for the ball!"

Thanking his professor with a pat on the shoulder and a grin, he turned and glanced coyly at his professor, awaiting her answer. Whom had upon calming herself looked at him with total seriousness.

"Mr Potter...Harry, I shall gladly be your partner for the Yule Ball, I must insist that our robes match, I won't be clashing robes like the Headmaster did last time."

Hearing her answer he made a loud whoop before leaning over the table and kissing his dear professor soundly on the cheek before paying for his hot chocolate and fleeing from the pub, cackling madly when heard her indignant cries chasing him all the way back to Hogwarts.

Upon reaching the entrance to the school, he was greeted by no other than Professor Dumbledore, in his colourful robes this time of peaches with a bright yellow background.

"Why professor how are you! I just had the most fun conversation with Minerva and Professor Flitwick in Madam Puddifoot's, and she agreed to be my date to the ball, can you believe it!" 

Harry gave his professor a winning smile when seeing his mentor's eyes twinkle furiously before breaking out into guffaws.

"Why Harry my boy! I believe the cat lost her tongue this time!" 

Hearing the last comment set him off and soon joined his cackling professor, earning strange and gaping looks from passing students.

"Why Harry I am truly jealous this time..." 

"Not to worry professor, I shall gladly hand over Minerva for a dance or two with you too!" He happily complied at hearing his comment.

"That I'll gladly agree too! But I must insist, please call me Albus my boy, I mustn't let Minerva beat me if she's allowing you to use her first name too!" 

Harry gaped at his mentor, never had he expected he would be on first name basis with the Headmaster. He gave him a wide grin...

"Of course! It'll be my pleasure... Albus!" 

Albus Dumbledore gave a twinkly eyed smile in return before excusing himself and disappearing back into his office.

Sighing in wonder, Harry headed to Hagrid's Hut in hopes with catching up with his friend.