Godfather and Godson

Chapter 136: Dance Partner

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Harry had never known so many people to put their names down to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas; he always did, of course, because the alternative was usually going back to Privet Drive, but that was a thing of the past now. He now had an idea what many folks could be looking forward to, a nice break, some time with friends and family, but now they were all throwing it away for a ball.

This year, everyone in the fourth year and above seemed to be staying, and they all seemed to Harry to be obsessed with the coming ball — or at least all the girls were, and it was amazing how many witches Hogwarts suddenly seemed to hold; he had never quite noticed that before.

Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, girls shrieking with laughter as boys passed them, girls excitedly comparing notes on what they were going to wear on Christmas night. . . .

"Why do they have to move in packs?" Terry Boot asked him as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. They took to hanging out together, it was a good thing to get to know his coming vessel.

"How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?"

"Lasso one?" Neville suggested. "Got any idea who you're going to try?" the Gryffindor turned his question on Harry.

Harry didn't answer as he stayed silent on the subject. He knew perfectly well that wasn't an option.

Terry seemed to know what was going on inside Harry's head. "Listen, you're not going to have any trouble. You're a champion. You've just tamed a dragon with ease, a whole flock of them. I bet they'll be queuing up to go with you."

The Ravenclaw had no idea how right he was, he already was able to avoid those dreadful invitations, but for how long, he did not know. It wasn't too long it would seem as a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl to whom Harry had never spoken in his life asked him to go to the ball with her the very next day. Harry had no idea how she had snuck up on him, but he politely turned her down when he was left with no choice.

The following day, two more girls asked him, a fourth year and a fifth year, and that was when it began. Every day he would be jumped by a Hogwarts girl or even a foreign student to the ball. Harry wondered to himself why he had to show off at the first trial.

Witches were drawn to power, and he had shown he had an ample amount of it.

Hermione's words about Krum kept coming back to him. "They only like him because he's famous!" Harry doubted very much if any of the girls who had asked to be his partner so far would have wanted to go to the ball with him if he hadn't been a school champion.

On the whole, though it wasn't too bad; there seemed to be fewer Support Cedric Diggory badges around too. AS of course Harry did much better than him in the first trail, thus more people were beginning to cheer for him, and betting all their odds that he would win the triwizard tournament for Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy, of course, was sulking as his father must have received the fine that Harry had Mr. Tonks send him.

In the halls one day, Hagrid greeted him, "Heya, Harry!"

"Hey, Hagrid," Harry returned the gesture. Since it was on everyone's mind these days, he asked, "You coming to this ball thing on Christmas Day, Hagrid?"