The Yule Ball: The Remake

Two Sides of A Two Conversations

Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Potter—a word, if you please."

Assuming this had something to do with his headless rubber haddock, Harry walked gloomily to the teacher's desk. Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class left, and then said, "Potter, the champions and their partners—"

"Partners?" Harry asked curiously.

McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if he were messing with her. "The Yule Ball, Potter. Your date."

Fear immediately overcame him. 'Date?!' "But I don't dance," he said quickly, feeling as if a Dementor had him pinned.

"You will have to," McGonagall said sternly, "for it is a tradition for the champions. No excuses, and have someone to teach you how to dance before the ball. You most likely won't have to worry about finding a date to the ball." She said in a 'That is Final' tone.

Harry nodded grimly and walked out of the classroom, wondering who to ask to the dance. The first person he thought about was Cho Chang. He thought if he should wait or just get it over with, so he could spend the rest of his time learning how to dance. After a few seconds of thinking, a voice was sounding in his head.

'Just get it over with. It may help you in the future. You should use the map to find out where she is.'

He eventually decided he should just get this over with. He pulled out a blank parchment and his wand. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good," He said nervously.

He watched as the parchment slowly filled up with a map of Hogwarts and looked over it, looking for her. He saw Hermione in the library reading at her familiar table. He smiled at the thought of her frantically searching for the biggest book on the shelves to absorb information from. He then started looking for a certain Ravenclaw…only to find her with a certain Hogwarts Champion. He saw them walking together in the hallways. Now that he thought about it, he had seen Cedric and Cho a lot together recently. Whether he was carrying her books, chatting and laughing together, holding hands…

And then it hit him. Cho and Cedric were dating.

He was crushed. He didn't know what to do. He liked Cho. He didn't know Cedric did, too. Apparently Cedric got to her first, and Harry was left without a date.

With his head down, he trudged on to his dormitory.

When he came back to his room, he quickly sat on the edge of his bed to think. The first thing he thought of was that he was glad that he listened to his conscience and didn't wait until the day before. It had saved him a lot of time. But then the negative thought came. He didn't have a date.

He knew that it wasn't the biggest of his worries; he was almost positive that almost any girl in his year would ask him out if the girls could; they would most likely say yes if he asked one of them out. But he knew he couldn't do that. He knew that he didn't want a partner who would run around the entire castle screaming to the top of her lungs that the Harry Potter is going to be her date to the ball. His stomach twisted at the thought.

'Then who?' His voice asked him.

Harry furrowed his brow for a moment before thinking of the necessary qualities that came up in his mind for his ideal partner.

Pretty, smart, funny, won't stare at his scar during the whole Ball, won't scream to the heavens that Harry asked her out, has a few things in common with him, able to talk to him without giggling madly (or put their elbow in a butterdish like a certain ten-year-old redhead), who knows him well and looks at him as a regular wizard (that decreased the list of girls by a lot), actually believed him when his name came out of the goblet, and possibly…can help him dance.