𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆...𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕

ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

"Draco, stop staring at Harry!" Dior whispered, smacking his brother's head.

Draco turned around, glaring at Dior, who only smiled at him innocently.

"What are you going to do today?" Dior asked, and Draco shrugged.

"I don't know; I might just follow you." Draco said, and Dior smiled.

"Draco," Dior said, and Draco just shrugged, and before they could do anything else, they heard yelling.

Draco was faster as he looked, seeing Ron hold a dress robe that was old and worn out. Draco laughed as Dior felt bad for the poor boy.

"It's old and disgusting; our dad would never!" Draco said, and Dior rolled his eyes.

"Ron has to wear it!" Draco said, laughing, and Dior turned around and looked at Ron, who was suddenly holding a dress robe.

"It's funny and cute." Dior said, smiling, and Draco nodded.

"I wonder where he really is going to wear that too." Draco asked, and Dior shrugged.

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"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Twriwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity." Professor McGonalgall said, looking around.

"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." Professor McGonalgall said, shocking everyone, and Dior smiled. He loves dancing.

"Dior, isn't this what you like doing?" Draco whispered to him, and Dior smiled.

"You're going to have to teach me, though I'm okay with dancing, just not the best." Draco said, and Professor McGonagall told them to be silent.

"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." Perfosser. McGonalgall said,Draco and Dior laughed; it was funny to them, and she was funny but cold at the same time; it fit her.

"Now,to dance is to let the body breathe inside every girl. A secret swam slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight. Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swam inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance." Porfessor. McGonalgall said, and she turned towards their side, calling out Ron, and Dior felt bad for the poor boy once again.

'Hey, I want to be the swan, not the lion!' Dior thought watching Professor.

The music started playing as Ron was looking away from Dior's laughter.

Everybody, come together!" Professor McGonalgall said, and the girls were pretty much the same, with Dior wanting to dance already.

"Boys,on your feet!" Professor McGonalgall said, and Draco grabbed Hermonie, who smiled.

"I'm glad it was you; everyone else is rude!" Hermione said, and Dior laughed.

"Who are you planning on going to the ball with?" Dior asked, and Hermonie blushed.

"Wait...don't tell it....Krum!" Dior said, shocking Hermonie, who quickly nodded.

"I knew about the ball because he asked me ahead of time." Hermione said, and Dior was proud of his friend for making fast moves.