The Goblet of Fire//Draco X Reader

15 - Ball????

You sigh, pushing your head against the wall of the castle. The cool stone is the only comfort you have as you sit surrounded by every Hogwarts girl there is. On the opposite wall, the boys sit in rows. Clearly, they are all as enthralled as you to listen to Minerva McGonagall as she walks in the center of the empty room.

"The yule ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its inception. On Christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. As representitives 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." You groan at her words, just like every male in the room. Some of the girls grow excited at this.....as well as Neville.

"Silence. The house of Godrick Griffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. Now that the house of Meredith Dratheum had returned, the expectations will only be doubled as Dratheum was a highly respectable woman."

"Of course she was." You mutter, cursing your long dead grandmother for caring so much about appearances. She was obviously an if you have it, flanut it kind of woman.

"I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching those names 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. Mr. Weasley, will you join me?" You pull yourself back to attention, and you look at Minerva as her emerald satin robes sweep across the floor. She sticks out a frail hand to Ron, who looks up at her in horror. You have to try incredibly hard to not laugh.

"Now, place your right hand on my waist." McGonagall instructs Ron as she pulls him to the center of the room.

"Where?"

"My waist." Finally, Ron complies you let out a whistle, as well as Fred and George as Ron glares at you all.

"Now, bend your arm." She comnects his hand with her own, holding them at about chest level and putting her other hand on his shoulder. It is the typical ball dance you would see in a fairy tale. She looks to Mr. Filch, and the greasy haired janitor puts music on a nearby record player.
The music starts, and Minerva and Ron glide across the room.

"One, two, three, one, two, three....everyone come together!" The boys groan and the girls stand in excitement. You all dash around, looking for dancing partners that you would be comfortable with. Hermione finds Harry, and you quickly scurry over to the nearest recognizable Gryffindor. You find yourself dancing with Fred, which you both are sure to make a joke out of.

*Time Skip*

"Why do you people travel in packs?" Harry asks you as you walk through the courtyard of Hogwarts. A group of Ravenclaw girls are talking in a circle, and Harry stares at them as if debating who to ask.

"You know, I'm not very sure. We just...do." You say, pulling on the hem of your Dratheum cloak and fixing your purple and gray striped scarf.

"How am I supposed to ask one if theyre never alone?"

"Best of luck, bro." You say, patting his shoulder. The girls spot Harry looking at them, and turn their backs at the lightning scarred pair of you with icy glares.

*Time Skip*

You sit in class, Ron and Harry on either of your sides. You talk in hushed whispers as Snape patrols the room, being that you are all meant to be working on homework in the dusty yet well lit area.

"This is mad!" Ron says as you attempt to focus on your work. "At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates."

"Hey, dont drag me into this." You say, glancing at the red head. "Draco already asked me."

"Well you're dating! This isn't fair! But it wont be too bad, Neville will be alone with us."

"Well, he can take himself." Harry says, smirking. You go to say something, but stop as a sudden force hits both sides of your head. Harry and Rons skulls have just been rammed into yours by Snape, clearly stating he wants all of you to shut your traps.

"It may interest you to know Nevilles taking someone." Hermione says, interrupting the hushed conversation. She sits a row ahead of you, but she has turned to look at you all.

"Well now I'm really depressed." Ron mumbles, glaring at his desk. Suddenly, a crumpled up paper appears on it that was obviously thrown by George. It reads 'HURRY OR ALL THE GOOD ONES WILL BE GONE!'

"Well its just sad for a girl to show up alone." Ron says, glaring at Granger. She rolls her eyes, then speaks proudly.

"I'm not going to be alone because believe it or not someones asked me. And I said yes."

"Bloody hell." Ron says, desperately. Theyre going to have fun getting dates, arent they?