The Yule Ball
Harry POV
I was waiting outside the great hall waiting when Hermione had just walked out from around the corner in a nice purple dress. She joined Ginny at the top of the stairs and both looked down to the gasping crowd. After a minute both of their heads turned to the corridor on their left. Both girls gave what seemed as a reassuring nod to an unknown person. That was when she stepped out
"Woah"
"She's so pretty"
"That dress is fabulous"
"Is that Ophelia?"
Eyes stared in awe. Ophelia was wearing a long dress with flower detail flowing down the skirt. She wore a beautiful crown on her head. My mind was racing; why was she so gorgeous?
All three girls began their descent down the stairs. Lia's dress became a train as she came forward on each step. Having to hold her skirt slightly, you were able to see her white heels. The whole outfit was like what you'd see in a muggle fairytale book. It was magical
When they reached the bottom steps I made my way to her offering my hand. She quickly took it and gave her ever lasting smile
"Hey" She softly greeted
"Hey..you look.....gorgeous" I managed to spit out
"Thanks" She giggled while flattening the skirt
I had noticed that Hermione was standing over with Krum. At first I was shocked as Ron had believed she hadn't actually gotten a date
"Reckon Ron's gonna be jealous?" Ophelia asked as she noticed me looking over
"Most likely" I laughed
Professor Mcgonagle came over
"Good to see you Potter" She greeted "And you look stunning Miss Rayden"
"Thank you Professor"
"I'm just coming over to let you know your entrance will be soon"
"Entrance?" I questioned
"Yes Mr Potter" She said "The champions must enter with their date and dance the first waltz"
She stalked off. First I had started to panic. Admittedly I'm not a good dancer but I had asked Hermione for help as I didn't want to make a fool of myself or Lia. Kindly Ophelia gave me a reassuring squeeze and held my hand
"Don't work about the dance just flow to the music" She whispered
We were then told to line up. The pair of us were at the back of the line it was Fleur, Krum, Cedric then us. Slowly the doors opened revealing us to everyone. We all began to make our way to the centre. Many eyes fell on us, especially with us being the last in the line
The two of us placed ourselves on the dance floor. Dumbledore gave a quick greeting before Flitwick tapped on his conductor podium commencing the waltz. I grabbed Ophelia hand and placed my other hand on her waist. She put hers on my shoulder. The light hearted music began
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
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