Alora Snape // A Fred Weasley Love Story

Chapter 13: The Yule Ball

Months went by and it was winter. Still none of the champions knew what the second task was. Alora and Snape were beginning to forgive each other, but the two of them were too stubborn to admit they were wrong. At breakfast Alora would look up at him and smile. Fred kept nudging Alora with his knee, she'd smile and nudge him back.

When it was time for Transfiguration they did anything but transfigurate. Instead Professor Mcgonagall took her 5th and 4th year classes into the Great Hall and split the girls on one side and the boys on the other. There was a huge record player at the end of the room replacing the long table where the teachers sat.

"What are we doing here?" Hermoine asked as they were sitting down. Alora smirked. "Maybe, we're going to transfigurate each other!" She said with excited sarcasm. Hermoine glared at her. "No Alora it's against the rules for students to transfigurate one another!" She scoffed obviously missing Alora's sarcasm.

Mcgonagall started the big record player and began to talk. "Every year the Triwizard Tournament hold an annual ball called "The Yule Ball". The boys will ask the girls to go this ball, but you can do that later. For now till the Yule Ball we will learn the traditional dance."

Alora wasn't paying attention after "Triwizard Tournament." She looked at Fred who turned to her and stuck his tongue out at her. They went back a forth making faces till Alora heard Mcgonagall say "dance." "What? A dance!" she whispered. The girls gasped - minus Alora - and boys groaned.

"Now I need a volunteer. Ah! Mr. Weasley." She pointed to Ron, who went scarlet red.

"Me?" He asked

Mcgonagall huffed. "Yes come on." She took Ron's hands and brought him to the center of the room.

"Put your hand on my waist." She said. Ron looked at Mcgonagall terrified. "Where!?" he whispered. "My waist." Mcgonagall repeated and took Ron's hand and placed it on her waist.

Giggles and whistles came from each side of the room.

"One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Everyone grab a partner and follow me." Mcgonagall said moving around the room with Ron fumbling to keep up with her.

All the girls - minus Alora - stood up; fixing their hair. The boys stayed seated looking at each other seeing who would stand first.

After a few seconds Neville Longbottom stood, slowly, and full of anxiety started walking to the other side of the room.

Then next was........

Fred Weasley.

He flipped his hair and strutted to the girls side of the room; all of them gazing at the tall red head.

He walked up to Alora and put his hand out for her: Alora stared, smirked, rolled her eyes, then took Fred's outreached hand, and he took her to the middle of the room.

As they practiced Alora looked around at the girls getting picked, they all looked at Alora and Angelina - who was dancing with George. - with jealously.

"Fred you have two left feet." Alora giggled as Fred spun her. "Hey, it's not my fault. I don't dance." He replied replacing his hand back on Alora's waist. "Well I'm surprised you keep your balance all these moves your beanpole self would've fell over by now." Alora smirked. Fred laughed. "Oh ok just wait, you'll pay for that." He said.

After class guys were already asking girls to the Ball. Alora was thinking that Fred would ask her Ball, but what would they tell everyone? They could just say they're going as friends, yeah "friends".

A few weeks went by and Fred was starting to get good at the dance already. "Been practicing have you?" Alora asked. "Yes, I have. Just to prove to you I don't have two left feet." Fred answered with a smile.