Book Three: The Heir and The Champions

A Very Harry Christmas (Part Three)

Harry Potter, Hogwarts Garden

The night was passing in a blur of dancing and laughs for Harry Potter, and it was passing pretty fast for him and he felt awesome. "Was this what normal people felt like?" he couldn't help but think to himself. He had danced with Daphne until she wanted to sit down before dancing with Tracey for a bit before Theodore stole his date back with a smile and a shake of his head, then he shared a single dance with Angelina they had talked about…something, he thinks it had to do with the second task and something to do with a golden deer. After their dance, Harry had felt a tugging at his jacket and looked down to find Gabriella smiling at him and speaking in French, Harry had led the tiny half-fae back to her older sister who was dancing with Cedric and tried to leave Gabby with Fleur, but thanks to the older sisters translation Harry found out Gabby wanted to dance with him. So, with a resigned sigh he let the tiniest half-fae step on his feet as he began to dance with her until Zoë had stopped them and set the pouting girl away with a glare before he had pulled Zoë into a dance much to the lieutenants'(fake) horror.

Harry was one of the two people who had successfully danced with Zoë all night, most being stopped by her glare or by Sirius sweeping in to distract, befuddle, and otherwise turn away any who wish to test their luck and courage against the Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, all but one other. To be fair, it was hilarious watching Zoë lead the Headmaster in a dance as she spun and dipped him much to the older man's amusement.

Harry was currently laying on a stone bench in the gardens, looking up at the sliver of the waning moon and the stars that twinkle around it with a smile, he could feel the cold snow soaking into his pants but he didn't care, he was outside because he was fucking hot from all the dancing and how close everyone packed into a room was. He could feel the cold sweat pooling on his back and sliding down his head as the lights started to dim from their semi-glaring brightness in rainbow technicolor, he sighs contently and watches as the steam from his breath rises into the air with a grin on his face. The crunching of snow catches his attention but decides not to move, He was far too comfortable in the cool night air, and it wasn't until the blonde and blue hair brought the smell of bubblegum with it, did Harry finally move.

"Geez, Pothead, how stoned are you and can I get some?" Delphini says with a shockingly beautiful grin as she leans over Harry, looking down at him.

"You have a pretty smile," Harry mumbles, causing the girl to blink before blushing at the boy's words.

"Fuck, you are toasted, aren't you?" Delphini says as she fights to get her blush under control as she shakes her head fondly at The-Boy-Who-Lived, "Here, lift your head up, Pothead, these heels are killing me," She says, and Harry does what he was told before Delphini vanishes the snow with her wand she had pulled from somewhere before sitting down and guiding Harry's head on to her lap before kicking off her heels.

Harry watches Delphini huffs out a sigh before looking down at Harry with that pretty smile of hers, "So, why are you outside all by your lonesome, Pothead? Not brooding again are you?" she asks.

"Hot," Harry says, as his eyes flutter shut before Delphini chuckles.

"Why thank you, but I already know I am," Delpini says with a grin before she tosses her hair as far back as it will go.

"Yeah, but I was talking about me," Harry says as he rested more comfortably than he had before now thanks to his new lap pillow.