"The Yule Ball is, first and foremost, a dance," announced Professor Mcgonagall. At once the crowd erupted into giggling and whispering.
"Quiet!" She shouted. "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of one night, abolish that respect by behaving like a band of babbling, bumbling buffoons."
"Band of babbling, bumbling baffoons..." I repeated slowly as Fred and George turned it into a tongue twister behind me.
"Now, to dance, is to let the body breathe,"
'More like suffocate,' I thought.
"Inside every girl, a swan yearns to glide gracefully," she said.
Ron laughed. "Something is definitely yearning in Eloise Midgen but I don't think it's a swan!"
Mcgonagall noticed Ron talking and walked towards us.
"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepares to prance. Mr Weasley!"
"Yes?" Said Ron, horrified. Mcgonagall took Ron's arm and dragged him over to the floor as Harry and I sniggered. Fred and George wolf-whistled as Ron was forced to dance with Mcgonagall.
"Boys, girls! On your feet!" Called Mcgonagall as I shook my head furiously, hiding behind Harry. Mcgonagall broke from her dance to grab me and Harry by the arms.
"Place your right hand on her waist," instructed Mcgonagall as Harry followed, blushing furiously.
"Place your right hand on Harry's shoulder," she told me as I did so.
"Now step with me, 1, 2, 3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3." Professor made us circle the entire room. I stepped on Harry's toes many times at first, and so did he, but soon we got the hang of it and we were ballroom dancing like professionals. Ron and Mcgonagall didn't have as much luck though, as Ron kept letting go of Mcgonagall's waist. Hermione was dancing with Dean and they were doing quite well too.
Finally 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, "Potter — a word, if you please."
"I'll wait," I told Harry. Mcgonagall nodded as Harry proceeded gloomily to the teacher's desk. Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class had gone, and then said, "Potter, the champions and their partners —"
"What partners?" said Harry.
Professor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.
"Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partners."
I stuffed my fist in my mouth to stop myself from bursting with laughter.
"Dance partners?" Harry was going red. "I don't dance," he said quickly.
"Oh yes, you do," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "That's what I'm telling you. Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball."
I had a sudden mental image of Harry in a top hat and tails, accompanied by a girl in the sort of frilly dress one of my foster parents bought me for my birthday, and fought back the urge to snigger really loudly.
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The Dance- A Harry Potter Love Story (BOOK 2)
FanfictionAriadne Waters had no previous interest in her famous best friend Harry Potter, but things are about to change as they struggle to prevent the dark lord from rising again... Takes place in GoF