"Look, Weasley's got a package," Adrian said during breakfast. Draco, who was sitting across from him, turned around to watch Weasley tear open a parcel to find dress robes. Only, it seemed that Weasley didn't know what they were yet.
"Mum sent me a dress?" he was saying.
"Well, it does match your eyes," Potter stated teasingly. "Is there a bonnet? Ah-hah!" He pulled a bonnet out of the package.
"Put those down, Harry," Weasley snapped. Walking over to his sister, he said, "Ginny, these must be for you."
"I'm not wearing that," Weaslette replied. "It's ghastly."
Suddenly, Granger began to laugh.
"What are you on about?" Weasel demanded.
"They're not for Ginny," she answered. "They're for you!"
Everyone at both tables snorted in laughter.
"Dress robes," Hermione explained.
"Dress robes?" Weasley exclaimed. "For what?"
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"I absolutely refuse to teach a bloody dance class," Snape said.
"Severus," McGonagall tried to reason, "do you want the Slytherins to look like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons?"
"They are Slytherins. They are mostly from pureblooded families. They know very well how to dance properly."
"Well, if you're not going to teach them, I will."
Snape snorted. "I wish you the best of luck." With that, he stormed out of McGonagall's office.
How was she going to find the time to teach the Gryffindors and the Slytherins? Unless...
The Slytherins and the Gryffindors were cramped into the tiny assembly hall, boys on one side, girls on the other.
Professor McGonagall was saying, "The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. 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 every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is first and foremost...a dance."
The girls squealed and began to chatter while the boys groaned in agony.
"Silence!" McGonagall demanded. "I have brought both houses together because Professor Snape finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time so I expect you all to be on your best behavior today."
"What she means is," Draco mock-explained to the boys around him, "that Professor Snape has better things to do than help his students prepare for the night of well-mannered frivolity."
All the boys, Slytherin and Gryffindor, snickered.
"So," Draco continued, "no sex-ed."
The boys howled with laughter, and across the room, even Hermione found herself chuckling good naturedly. How Draco Malfoy knew what sex-ed was, she didn't know, but she assumed that the wizarding world must have had that too.
McGonagall ignored him and said, "Hogwarts has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten 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."
"Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen," Weasley started," but I don't think it's a swan." The boys laughed again. Eloise Midgen was an acne-prone Gryffindor. Everyone knew that.
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Draco Malfoy and the Goblet of Fire (BOOK 4 of 7)
Fanfic*FULL SERIES COMPLETE* This is book 4 of the Draco Malfoy Series. I highly recommend that you read the first three before this one. With attacks at the Quidditch World Cup, a crazy new professor, and a kindling friendship with a certain Gryffindor p...
