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Y4 જ⁀➴ To Be His at the Yule Ball

"Oh, Godric, Mimi, I'm too nervous to go out like this." I say, staring at myself in the reflection. Hermione is applying makeup on me. Concealer, blush, and a light mascara. 

"You look extraordinary, (Y/N), there's nothing to worry about." Hermione replies. I nod curtly, staring at myself in the mirror, as Hermione makes a move to apply a transparent gloss on my lips. She bites her bottom lip, focusing. "Aha! Spectacular, you look like a goddess, (Y/N)" Mimi says, moving away from me so I can see myself fully in the mirror, hair and all. It's a half up half down do, small butterfly clips accessorising my (h/c) hair. I draw two pieces to the front, and I stand up, looking at not only my face but my body. 

A small smile appears on my face and I look at the wooden clock in the dormitory. Seven fifty-eight. "Uh, Mimi, I have to go, Cedric is meeting me at eight."

She looks up from her vanity table. "Oh, yes, go for it, I'll see you around."

I nod, acknowledging her as I make a move to go down the Gryffindor dormitory stairs. Through the common room, and to the portrait, which I push open lightly. My white dress pools behind me as I step out of the common room. 

"Woah," a male voice whispers, and I look to my left, finding Cedric. I feel a faint blush appear on my cheeks. "You look- wow, I, I'm so glad that I can go with you." 

"You look rather dashing yourself," I reply, taking his offered arm. The two of us walk down the corridor, to the stairs leading down to the Great Hall.

From the top of the stairwell, I hear an elegant big band music play, students chattering excitedly, and footsteps walking down the staircase. I take a deep breath in as Cedric gingerly guides me along.

The two of us appear at the top of the stairwell, and the crowd from below goes silent. Oh, Godric, is something wrong with my hair? My makeup?

I hesitantly walk down with Cedric, arms linked, my white glittery dress shimmering elegantly behind me. "Why are they staring," I whisper, trying not to move my mouth.

"Because you look breathtaking." Cedric mutters back, a hint of a smile growing on his face. I spot some familiar faces in the crowd as the two of us walk down. Seamus with Lavender, Neville and Ginny, Ron and Padma, Fred and Angelina, Draco and Pansy...

Harry and Cho. 

I urge myself to ignore the couple, just for this night. I feel Harry's green eyes snagg on my figure. Once Cedric and I have finished descending down the stairs, I notice Fleur's presence. 

"(Y/N)!" She says, walking up to me. She's accompanied by a brunette man, who looks very happy to go with her. But as for Fleur, she looks as if the word 'elegant' was a person.

"Wow, Fleur, you look stunning," I breath, playing with Cedric's dress robes, arms still interlinked.

"I could say the same for you, Miss Celeste, you have become even more gorgeous." 

Our dates shake hands with each other as Professor McGonagall walks up to us.

"You look great, (Y/N)," she says as she comes upon us. "But please, I need all you to line up in the procession, please." The professor urges us into a line.

And then, I hear Cho whisper something to Harry. "She looks beautiful," her eyes are focused on the staircase, and I follow her gaze, eyes landing on Hermione, in her beautiful pink dress.

"You look gorgeous," I whisper to her, as she descends the staircase. She rolls her eyes sarcastically at me, and Viktor Krum, dressed in red comes by her side. He clicks his heel, and bows respectively, Hermione takes his arm with such lust. I can't help but smile, looking at the cutest couple I've ever seen.