Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Harry and Ron's Descent Into Madness

McGonagall: Potter!  Weasley!  Will you pay attention?

Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip through the Transfiguration class on Thursday, and Harry and Ron both jumped and looked up.  It was the end of the lesson.  We had finished our work.  The guineafowls we had been changing into guinea pigs had been shut away in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's desk.  We had copied down our homework from the blackboard, and the bell was due to ring at any moment.  Harry and Ron, who had been having a sword fight with a couple of Fred and George's fake wands at the back of the class, looked up, Ron holding a tin parrot and Harry, a rubber haddock.

McGonagall: Now that Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age...

I snorted as she shot an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Harry's haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor.  Ron's parrot's beak had severed it moments before.

McGonagall: I have something to say to you all.  The Yule Ball is approaching.  A traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests.  Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above, although you may invite a younger student if you wish.

Ava and I grinned at each other.  Lavender Brown let out a shrill giggle.  Parvati Patil nudged her hard in the ribs, her face working furiously as she too fought not to giggle.  They both looked around at Harry.  Professor McGonagall ignored them.

McGonagall: Dress robes will be worn, and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall.  Now then... the Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to... er, let our hair down.

Lavender giggled harder than ever, with her hand pressed hard against her mouth to stifle the sound.  I could see what was funny this time.  My godmother, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense.

McGonagall: But that does NOT mean that we will be relaxing the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students.  I will be most seriously displeased if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way.

The bell rang, and there was the usual scuffle of activity as everyone packed their bags and swung them onto their shoulders.  Professor McGonagall called above the noise.

McGonagall: Gojo, Potter, a word, if you please.

Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class had gone, and then spoke.

McGonagall: YN, Harry, the champions and their partners-

Harry: What partners?

My godmother looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.

YN: Your date, stupid.

McGonagall: Yes.  Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter.  Your dance partners.

Harry looked horrified.

Harry: Dance partners?  I don't dance.

McGonagall: Oh yes, you do.  That's what I'm telling you.  Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball.

Harry: I'm not dancing.

McGonagall: It is traditional.  You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school.  So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter.

Harry: But... I don't...

McGonagall: You heard me, Potter.

Ava was waiting outside the classroom.  I told Harry to go ahead.