Demigoddess in a Wizarding World

The Yule Ball

Thalia plopped herself down right next to Perci at one of the long tables, frightening the champion. Thalia held a paper in her hand, not a muggle paper, this one had moving pictures on it. One of which, had interested Thalia enough to search for her.

"Bloody hell!" Perci exclaimed, interrupting her conversation with a tall, ginger boy, one of the gingers they had seen at Perci's first task. "Oh, Thalia, it's just you." Thalia slammed the paper on the table. "Well, aren't you in a mood."

"Of course I am. I thought we were close enough for you to tell me about your love life." Thalia said, grinning. Perci stared at her, dumbfounded. "Love life?" Thalia nodded and motioned at the paper. Perci took it cautiously.

On the front was a picture, or rather a motion picture, of her and Cedric Diggory. She held his hand and they stared at each other. It was the scene from a couple nights ago, after the bath thing. Perci didn't have to read it to know that Rita Skeeter had wrote this column.

She growled and slammed the paper down. Fred took up the paper and scowled, also slamming it down. George did the same. "Bloody woman!" Perci cursed.

Thalia laughed. "Past Love?" Thalia said, quoting the article. Perci groaned and rubbed her temples. Harry took the paper from George's hands and read it. "You're going to the ball with Cedric?" He asked with an open mouth.

"Didn't expect you to take my advice, Perce." Ron said beside Harry. Perci sent him a stony glare. "I did not take ur advice, you idiot. We're just going as friends."

Thalia frowned at the picture. "Your hair's wet in this." Realization dawned across her face. "Shit, Perci, did you take a shower with him?!" Thalia yelled, drawing the attention of almost everyone.

Perci clamped a hand over Thalia's mouth. "Dammit, lower your voice. No, I did not take a shower with him. Why would you jump to that conclusion?" Thalia shrugged her shoulders.

"I was just minding my business in the Prefect's bath-"

Hermione sat down across from her. "But you aren't a Prefect. That's breaking the rules." She said.

"And that's the exact reason dear Prissy is not a Prefect." George said. "And she's been spending way too much time with us." Fred concluded.

"As I was saying, I was in the bath when he walked in. I walked out," Perci could see Ron about to interrupt. "With all my clothes on. We talked. He asked. I said yes. Simple."

Harry glanced at the picture. "Taken out of context, it does seem rather discriminating." Perci groaned, but remembered something. "Have you figured out anything about your egg?" Perci asked. Harry pales and glanced at Hermione, earning an eyebrow raise. "I'll take that as a no. Well, there's a riddle. It sings underwater."

"Harry, you told me you figured out the egg weeks ago!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry stuttered. Hermione turned to Perci. "What was the riddle?"

"I can't remember. Something about having an hour to find something dear to us." She said.

"Ah, Ms. Jackson," Professor McGonagall made her way to the Gryffindor table. "I am very pleased that you and Mr. Diggory will be attending the ball together. Two champions together!" She laughed and went to go talk to Dumbledore. Perci groaned and laid her head on the table. Now, everyone knew.

"What about you two?" Perci asked Ron and Harry. "Got dates?" Ron scowled.

"No," Ron said. "But we'll get some." Fred and George laughed at the prospect of their brother getting a date. Hermione shook her head. "What?" Ron asked her.

"Nothing." She replied. Ron frowned at her. "What're you laughing about? You don't have a date." He said.

Hermione glared at him. "Believe it or not, someone's already asked me." She got up and handed her potions essay to Snape. She came back. "And I said yes." She snapped at him and left the Great Hall in a huff.