Not as cold

chapter ten

After Harry won his fight with his dragon. I carried the ferret to professor Moodys office. Knocking on the door. I heard a "come in" I sighed. And opened the door, walking in. "Uh, professor?" I said, setting the ferret down.

He turned and looked over, then smiled. "Ah, your finally here hm." He said. Finally?... Whatever. "Um yeah, I was... Wondering what was going on yesterday... And how I ended up with, a ferret?..." I said a little awkwardly. He chuckled and patted the stool next to his desk.

I walked over and sat down, the ferret hoping onto my lap. "Hm. So that's what your wondering. Well then child. To put it short, it's Malfoy." "Ah- what?" It's Malfoy?... What's that supposed to....

"Wait. This. Is Malfoy!?" I said completely shocked, finally putting the pieces together. No wonder he was commenting on Harry at the competition. He was too busy being a ferret in my lap.

Moody just laughed. "Yes child, that's Malfoy." "Uh, well um... Is he, just ganna stay like this or?...." Yet again he laughed. "Yes, yes alright." He said standing up taking the ferrt- Draco, off my lap and onto the floor.

He took out his wand, without saying a spell the ferret slowly grew taller and more human like. Now clearly being Draco. "Hm, there you go child. I doubt anyone would want to bring a ferret to the Yule ball" ignoring Draco who was, innerly cheering or whatever he was doing, I looked at moody confused.

"The Yule ball?" "Hm? Ah, don't worry child. McGonagall will tell you about it." He said and showed us out of his office. We then walked side by side in complete silence down to the dance room where the others and professor McGonagall was.

"So... You, were the ferret then..." I asked slightly, obviously he was but. "Mhm..." He replied. Going back to awkward silence. We kept walking, finally getting to our destination. "The Yule ball... Has been a tradition of the Triwizard tournament since it's inception" she said. Filch putting on a record.

"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 everyone of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally, because the Yule ball is the first and foremost... A dance."

Everyone started murmuring about this after she said that. And I just sighed. Great, dancing. "Silence. The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly 10 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. Now to dance. Is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers.... Longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance." Wouldn't that be a dear? Or a gazelle? I'm just hilarious.

"Mr. Weasley." She said walking over to him. "Yes?" "Will you join me, please?" Oh no, oh God only knows where this is going. I smiled and stifled a laugh. Knowing what was going on. "Now, place your right hand on my waist." "Where?..." "My waist." She said, as Ron obviously uncomfortable, set his hand on her waist. As someone gave out a wolf whistle.

"Mr. Filch if you please," she said as he turned on the record. They then started dancing. McGonagall taking the lead as Ron was being cowardly. People were laughing under their breath and to be honest, so was I.