Those eyes || Harry J. Potter

dance lessons and pining sessions ||XXV

Chapter twenty-five
"dance lessons and pining sessions"
XXV
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"Potter!Weasley! Will you pay attention?"
Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip around every Gryffindor fourth year and above, and Harry and Ron both jumped and looked up.

Harry and Ron, who had been having a sword fight with a couple of Fred and George's fake wands at the back of the class, looked up, Ron holding a tin parrot and Harry, a rubber haddock.

Ara sniggered at them, but Hermione nudged her to stop.

"Now that Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age," said Professor McGonagall, with an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Harry's haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor — Ron's parrot's beak had severed it moments before — "I have something to say to you all."

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we, and our guests, gather in the great hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is first and foremost a dance."

Ara looked at Hermione, wiggling her eyebrows with a grin on her face. Whispers around the girl's section of the room erupted. Loud groans and disapproving sounds came from the boys.

"Silence. The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in a course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling bumbling band of baboons."

Ara noticed Fred whisper to George, which lead to George saying something incoherent.

"Now, to dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst off and take flight."

Ron muttered something that Ara couldn't hear, but McGonagall did.

"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepares to prance- mister Weasley," "Yes?" Ron hung his head low.
"Will you join me, please?" Ron stood up, fixing his untucked shirt. He earned a nudge from Harry, who couldn't help but grin at him.

"Now, place your right hand on my waist." "W-where?" Ron squeaked. "My waist." Ron did so, earning a whistle from someone in the room. Ron tried to move his hand away, but McGonagall forced him to return it. "And extend your arm."

The two were in a position to dance. Ara couldn't help but laugh at Ron. "Mr. Filch, if you please."

The music started. "One, two, three. One, two, three-" she started. Fred and George were heard humming to the music. "Everybody come together. Boys, on your feet!"

The boys stood up, finding their partners. "If you would." Fred held his hand out to Hermione, making her smile. Ara was looking around to see if there was anyone that she could dance with.

"Want to dance?" Harry asked her, holding his hand out. "You don't want to dance with Ron?" Ara joked.

Harry put his hand on her waist, and his other one connected with hers. "I don't know how to dance." Harry looked from his feet to Ara.

"Follow my lead." She said, moving her feet. He mimicked her feet, stepping on them a few times. "See, you've got the hang of it." She laughed.

"Stop looking at your feet." She told him, moving his chin to face her. The two made eye contact, still dancing. "Sorry." He said, stepping on her feet.