silent sun

yule ball

"i have a secret to tell you," he giggled, pulling her in and whispering in her ear. "i might be, a little drunk."

Ron wanted to throw up watching this.

"without me?" she joked, pretending to be sad.

"oh don't get your knickers in a twist," he stumbled, making lavender giggle.

"the fuck," harry muttered, at a level only him and Ron could hear.

Audrey now also wanted to throw up.

"my what?" she asked, feeling a bit disgusted.

"harry," parvati patil said, "Ron," padma patil said.

Audrey watched as she bat her eyelashes at Ron, her Ron!

"dance with us," Parvati put her hand out for harry to take it.

"uh- yeah okay," Harry said awkwardly, taking her hand and leading her into the great hall.

Padma did the same as her sister, seeing as he had work.

"cmon," Ron muttered, walking away without taking her hand.

"your friends a bit of an arse," she spat to Audrey, before following him.

"they aren't friends!" dean exclaimed, waving his arm in the air. "they're lovers!"

Audrey would never forget the way Rons head flung back, and the way her stomach churned.

"dean!" she exclaimed, smacking his arm.

padma did not look happy.

"your not a little drunk, your wasted!" Audrey said as she grabbed his arm, pulling him into the great hall.

"i don't wanna dance," he whined as he jerked his arm back. "don't make me dance!"

"fine!" she yelled, gaining the attention of her classmates. "go sit."

she pushed him down into the sit next to Ron, leaving him alone.

she quickly found George third wheeling with Angelina and Fred, and took it as a perfect opportunity.

"Georgie!" she smiled, "dance with me," she said over the music.

the music died down, and turned into a slow song.

"gladly darling," he grabbed her hand, swinging her.

he pulled her in, hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

she laid her head on his chest, as they swayed.

"so, what's going on?" he asked, lightly squeezing her waist.

"how'd you know?" she stiffed a laughed.

"because your dancing with me and not your boyfriend," he rubbed his hand over her back sweetly.

"guess that's true," she sighed, finally giving herself a
moment to breath. "dean is drunk, and being an ass. he won't even dance with me!"

"i hate to pile it on, but i think he's also flirting with lavender brown right now." he said, looking across the room.

"are you fucking kidding me?" she muttered, not even bothering to look.

she knew George was right, he had been doing it all night.

McGonagall tapped on her magical microphone, gaining the crowds attention.

"make way! clear the runway!" she said, as the kids began to scatter off the blue and sliver carpet they had laid out.