The Fatal Enchantment

The Proporsal for the Yule Ball

                I sat along with Hermione and Ron, and Harry and Ginny at the Gryffindor table, in my . I was eating my dragon loops with milk, along with some fried eggs, kippers, grilled mushrooms, roasted cherry tomatoes, baked beans, buttered toasts, bacon and bangers, with a steaming hot mug of coffee. Harry eyed my dragon loops and shuddered. He still remembered his first task with the Hungarian Horntail. Nowadays whenever I was pissed he called me a Hungarian Horntail, while Ginny told that I am a hybrid of a Hungarian Horntail and the Peruvian Vipertooth.
Ron was swallowing down his food, like it as his last moments on earth, as Hermione, Ginny and I looked at him with disgust. I wonder how the hell does Ginny put up with him, or even how Hermione and Lavender fancy a glutton like him. Seriously, it's like he's a human food ingestion machine. Hermione came out with her copy of the Daily Prophet and of course the article of the scumbucket, Rita Skeeter.
"Look at this! I can't believe it!" exclaimed Hermione. "She's done it again. 'Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow'. And she's not stopped there. Look and not only this, there is an ongoing sexual and spiritual tension between the retired Auror and current Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Alastor Moody better known as Mad-Eye Moody, and his teaching assistant Professor Alexia, who refrained from revealing her last name." I rolled my eyes. Of course the beetle bug would not refrain from digging since her life is just so void of entertainment and motivating stimuli. A younger boy came up to us with a box.
"Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley." He said, as he continued staring at Harry and me. Huh! I cocked up a brow, as I wondered what was going on in his mind.
"Ah, thank you, Nigel." Ron said as the boy kept on staring at Harry and me. What the fuck is going on......
"Ahem." Hermione cleared her throat.
"Not now, Nigel. Later. Go on." Ron replied shooing him off. What the Merlin's fuck just happened out here? She gave him a will you please explain what just happened Ronald Weasley look, as he gulped. "I- I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph and a date with Alexia." I spat out my coffee into Dean's face as I looked gobsmacked at him. What the fuck did he just say! I glared at him as Harry shook his head. Hermione sighed. Ron though ignored us and went to open his parcel. "Oh look, Mum's sent me something... Mum sent me a dress?" I laughed aloud along with the hall full of students. Talk of ancient.......
"Well, it does match your eyes." I sassed.
"Is there a bonnet?" said Harry as he took out a frilly bonnet and smacked it on his chest winking at me. "Ah-hah!"
"Put those down, Harry." He said. He went up to Ginny and showed them to her. "Ginny, these must be for you." Ginny's face went ghost pale as she looked like she might just cast the Reductor Curse on her brother if he didn't shut his balls up.
"I'm not wearing that-- it's ghastly." She said as she looked at the dress robes with clear disgust.
"Ha, ha, ha." Hermione laughed. I laughed aloud at this. This is so worth it.
"What are you two on about?" asked Ron.
"They're not for Ginny. They're for you --" said Hermione as she laughed.
"Aha, ha. Ha, ha!" laughed the Weasley twins like a pair of hyenas.
"-dress robes." I said finishing for Hermione.
"Dress robes? For what?" he said. Immediately an announcement was made.
"Students will please be reporting immediately to the following classrooms to the following teachers. The fourth years to the Transfiguration classroom to Professor McGonagall, the fifth years to Professor Sprout in the Herbology classroom, the sixth years to the Charms classroom to Professor Flitwick, and the seventh years to the Potions classroom in the dungeons to Professor Snape. Meanwhile the years first to third, will report to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class to Professor Moody. The announcement should be taken into action immediately."
"Well looks like Fred and George, and Angelina and Alicia will be reporting to Flitwick, while Ginny report to Moody, and we report to McGonagall, while Diggory will be reporting to Muhahahahaha! My godfather...... Professor Severus Tobias Snape in the cold air of the dungeons." I said with the devil's smirk plastered on my face. We hurried to the second floor to the Transfiguration class room, as we assembled outside. McGonagall came and ushered us in.
"Boys on my right, girls on my left." She instructed. I went with Eloise, Pavarti, Ginny, Luna, Daphne, Hestia, Flora, Astoria and the other girls, while Harry went to sit with the boys.
"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the..." said Professor McGonagall. "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. 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."
"Ooh!" the girls as if Valentine's day had come early whereas the boys grumbled. I cocked up a brow, as if this is something which is nothing to be interested of.
"Silence. The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries." She continued. "I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons." Obviously Fred and George must have understood the tongue twister in her words, as they began mumbling something. "Now, to dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight."
"Something's about to burst out of Hilary's middle, but I don't think it's a swan." Ron said. Seamus laughed at his words.
"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance." Minerva said as she walked to Ron. "Mr. Weasley..."
"Yes?" Ron replied.
"Will you join me, please?" she asked with sarcasm. This is so worth watching. I saw the Slytherins smirk, as Ginny, Luna and I included ourselves into this entertainment.
"Hmm." said Ron.
"Now, place your right hand on my waist." McGonagall instructed, taking Ron by shock.
"Where?" said Ron.
"My waist." She repeated gritting her teeth. A boy whistled, as I let out a wolf whistle on my part as they began to dance. "Now bend your arm." Fred and George laughed at this as they mumbled something with Harry. "Mr. Filch, if you please... One, two, three; one, two, three; one, two, three..." Ron looked like superpissed, like someone had stolen all his chocolate frogs.
"Oi! Never gonna let him forget this, are you?" said Ginny.
"Never." I said.
"Everybody come together. Boys, on your feet." McGonagall said. Neville stood up and asked Ginny's hand. Soon Seamus asked Hannah's and Theo came up to me, as Blaise took Daphne's while Damien took Tracey's. Terrence took Astoria's as Marcus took Miles's. Lucian took Hestia's and Graham took Flora's hand. William took Millicent's.
"May I have the honour of this dance, thy lady." Smirked Theo.
"Oh yes, thy Lord" I said as I mocked a bow. We laughed as we practiced dancing. "So whom do you plan to ask?" I asked him. "Oh, I plan to ask Mandy Brocklehurst." He said. "Who are you going with?"
"No one's asked me. But hey! I have the excuse of an assistant teaching staff member, and can go alone." I said.
"True that" he replied as we danced. Harry cut in and we practised dancing. I hate to say this, but he is a bad dancer.
"Harry, you better improve your skills. You have to open the dance with your date, at the Yule Ball, along with Viktor, Fleur and Diggory." I said. His face paled as he gulped.
"Nice joke Lex" he said.
"Suit yourself, and next time you step on my foot, I will cast the Gemino curse on you" I threatened him. As soon as we were done, we went our way. Hermione took me with her to the library. There were joined along with Viktor Krum and the boy who blew fire.
"Hello" he said to Hermione. "Zdraveite Alexia."
"Hello to you too." I replied.
"We haven't officially met my lady," said Viktor as he took Hermione's hand, and kissed the back of her wrist. Interesting... "I am Viktor Augustus Krum, and this is my best friend, Andrei Aleksander Poliakoff." Andrei repeated the same thing to me as I smirked at him.
"Kissing a younger girl, and assistant teacher. A dare devil at heart aren't you." I said. He looked taken aback at my boldness as he let out a laugh.
"You have a lot of spunk." He said.
"I have more than spunk in me." I said. "So studying huh!"
"Well I came for a certain business of mine." He said.
"And what is that?" I asked.
"Will you give me the honour of escorting you to the Yule Ball as my date." He said. I pretended to think as he gulped. I smirked as I looked at him.
"Yes, you have the permission thy sir." I said as he smiled.