JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

fifty-six

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Y/N MAXWELL

"Wonderful of you to finally join us, Miss Maxwell. Thank you for collecting her, now please take your seats." McGonagall instructed the four of us the second we entered the room.

Without a second thought, I found a spot alongside Hermione who seemed eager for the announcement McGonagall has prepared. The moment I take a seat down, Professor McGonagall begins her speech, immediately gaining the attention of all the Gryffindor's inside the room.

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity." The elderly woman glanced around the room, assuring everybody caught onto what she was saying.

"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."

Though dancing definitely wasn't something I excelled in, the idea of a ball sounded thrilling. One whole night of dressing up and spending time with friends, without the worry of homework or studying was exactly what I needed.

Hermione flashed a toothy grin my way, as the room filled with chatter. While the boys at the opposite side of the room seemed opposed to the idea, the girls seemed quite excited.

"Silence. The house of Godric Gryffindor 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." McGonagall's voice grew louder, as she eyed the students around the room—immediately bringing them to silence.

"Now, to dance, is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance." She continue, before turning to look Ronald dead in the eye—who, a second ago, was whispering something to Seamus Finnigan.

As McGonagall steps over to Ronald, Hermione immediately takes this as an opportunity to nudge me on the shoulder, almost instantly gaining my full attention. "Where do you run off to?"

"Me? Run off? Don't be ridiculous, Hermione. I simply got distracted on my way over here." A smile met my lips, as I looked at the girl, who simply didn't buy a singular word coming from my mouth.

"Mr. Weasley, will you join me, please?" McGonagall asked the boy who's face immediately dropped in colour. A few laughs could be heard on the boy's side as Ronald steps up, alongside the Professor, joining her in the middle of the room.

"Now, place your right hand on my waist." McGonagall instructs, earning a perplexed look from her student. "Where?" Ron's eyes widened slightly as he questioned the elderly woman in front of him.

"My waist." McGonagall repeats. My hand immediately covers my mouth, doing it's best to muffle any noise that wished to exit, as George whistles aloud for his brother to hear. "Mr Flich, if you please."

Ronald's discomfort was definitely laugh-inducing. I know for certain that Fred and George won't ever let him forget this. In fact, I'm almost one-hundred percent sure the second this whole meeting is dismissed they'll be mocking him for the next few hours, at least.

If there was one thing I'd want people to know about the Weasley twins is that they literally never forget an embarrassing situation. Til this day, they still enjoy reminding Ronald of his small crush on me, which I didn't have a single clue about up until last holiday, when Fred and George told me.