𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 | 𝘢𝘶. 𝘩𝘱𝘶.

dancing with the devil

“you are the devil, fred weasley!” lee whispered back, trying to smile at the crowd

fred grabbed her hand, lee pinching him when he interlaced his fingers with her

“ouch, cheer up lee-lee,” fred told her

from the crowd, blaise was seen exiting the dance, possibly mad at fred. or lee. or both

he was probably already planning revenge

lee tried to shake the thoughts away

+++

pansy smirked as she straddled joselyn behind the closed door of a bathroom stall

on elora’s phone, slow but sexual songs played increasing the mood. since only two people fit in a small stall, she had to wait on another stall

pansy had successfully teased both girls, as elora couldn't wait to get a lap dance by her love

the door opened, and elora immediately tried to lower the music - pansy and joselyn went quiet

they could hear the sink turn on and then paper towels being pulled out of the dispenser. the door closed

“that was close,” elora whispered

“mm, too bad, i wanted to be caught,” pansy winked at joselyn and continued straddling her

+++

“and now, please put your hands together for a dance between the princess and prince, marylee and fred, and the queen and king of hallows eve! giselle and harry!” dumbledore announced

the crowd started clapping. hermione looked at ginny, and gave her a small smile. ron and george clapped for fred, george looking a bit more excited for his brother.

lee looked at her friends: cora looked like she didn't want to be there, hermione was cheering for harry and giselle, amos was cheering for giselle and her, and lesly looked nervous, looking between cedric and cora.

fred grabbed her waist and pulled her close, dancing to the music 

“i have a boyfriend, fred,” lee said, annoyed

fred laughed. “not today you don't”

+++

“so,” harry cleared his throat 

giselle swallowed. she was avoiding eye contact, not wanting to blush. “so... we’re dancing... that’s totally awkward random,”

what the fuck was that giselle!

“what?” harry chuckled

“nothing, just quoting harry styles,” giselle replied under her breath

“i like harry styles,” he smiled at her

and then, harry pulled her closer, dancing to a slow song

“won’t ginny get mad?” giselle asked after a while

“what?” harry asked and for a second, she thought she had ruined the moment.

she looked at the group of students watching the royal court dance - ginny wasn’t there.

giselle looked back at harry, and suddenly, his lips were pressed on to hers.

harry fucking james potter is fucking kissing me oh my god kill me now

+++

“what!” lee whisper-shouted

“relax, lee lee, it's not that bad,” fred said swaying to the music

lee hit him in the shoulder. “what did you do? and stop calling me lee lee!”

“what didn't we do, dearest lee lee, is the question,” fred laughed, ignoring marylee’s question

“fred weasley, you better tell me know or i swear to the mighty lords that i will get that scroll and tell dumbledore what you did!”

“wow, you slytherins sure are evil,” fred smirked. “besides, you already know what we did, i don't know why you keep asking,”

“i know that you charmed the scroll so i could be princess but i don't know the real winners and i would really like to know to give them the right recognition,”

“okay,” fred shrugged

“so princess was supposed to be some ravenclaw girl, no it was not supposed to be giselle, prince was amos, king was draco, queen was actually pansy. we, of course, did not plan for giselle to win queen. although we are smart, the odds fell into our favor. the runner up for queen was supposed to be...  lesly... i think, i don't know.  so we just charmed the scroll so harry and giselle could dance together, we all know they like each other, and so you and me could dance together,” fred finished explaining and smiled wide

“you know you could've just asked me to dance, right?”

“i did, and if i remember correctly, you responded to my mirror message with, and i quote, ‘maybe if you stopped bothering me and pranking me, i would go,’”

“yes, but you didn't stop bothering me,” lee crossed her arms

“oh but i did, lee lee. counting up the twenty-four hours till the dance, i, nor my brother george, bothered or pranked you. so technically you owe me,” fred pointed to himself “a dance,”

“dance with yourself,” marylee scoffed and friend around, ready to leave

she felt fred grab her arm, only to spin her around and kiss her