ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11 - ᴀ ʙᴀʟʟ? ∞𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓∞ Ϟ❆❦❝─Alright, get in the position─❞❦❆ϟ
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ϟᴱˡⁱᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ’ˢ ᴾᴼⱽϟ
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“What are we doing here?” I asked Hermione, sitting down on her lap. We were all sitting in a ballroom that had been cleared of everything. The boys were on one side, and the girls were on another. But it was only Gryffindor’s.
“Alright, that’s everyone,” McGonagall said, closing the door to the room. I furrowed my brows. “As some of you may know, along with the triwizard tournament a ball is followed. The Yule ball to be precise.”
“A ball?” I turned my head to Hermione in question. She shrugged and we turned back to the Professor.
“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 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,” she said, making groans and protests erupt into the room.
I looked over to Hermione and raised my brows up and down. She stifled a laugh, and went back to paying attention. I rolled my eyes, and giggled quietly.
“Silence. The house of Godrick Griffindore has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!” She said to the class.
I could see behind her that George and Fred are laughing and trying to say it 5 times fast. I giggled again, but hid my face behind Hermione’s hair.
“Now to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumber longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance,” she said.
Then she noticed Ron messing around with Seamus and you could see the gears forming inside her head. I smirked, watching as she held out her hand.
“Mr Weasley, would you join me,” she asked, but it was more of a demand. He stopped messing around, and turned very pale. He walked up until he was in front of her. “Now place your hand on my waist.”
“Where?” he asked, shocked, looking around himself in embarrassment.
“My waist,” she told him, before grabbing his hands and putting them on her waist. You could hear the stifled laughs of everyone in the class.
