A/N
Also if the following trigger you or you do not like reading about it, I advise you skip this book:
-Selfharm
-Abuse
-Mature content
- Sexual Assault
This story is also still being edited so I will be correcting as I go.
I write these parts a...
Silence! The decision is final." He said shaking his head.
"Good luck too these who are chosen, great things lie infront of you."
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It has been a week since Dumbledore has spoken about the Triwizarid tournament and every 7th year has been on there nervous.
The Weasly twins had tried to put thier names in the cup but was unsuccessful, but it was still funny seeing them try. They said that they would announce the champions in three days time.
We are now in class with the Griffindors and Professor Mcgonagall.
"As you can see we are not in my classroom but in the ball room. That is because the Yule Ball is first and foremost a dance!" She said with a clap of her hands
All the girls got excited to attend there first dance but I think they are more excited to dance with the person they fancy.
"Mr Weasly please join me." Mcgonagall asked, Ron just sat there frozen
"Mr Weasly! We do not have all day please join me!" She demanded. Ron got up with a huff and puff and walked too her.
"Now place your right hand on my waist."
"On your what?" He said with a shocked expression.
"On my waist." Professor Mcgonagall placed his hand on her waist and the boy's older twin brothers whistled at him.
"Argus, please start." She asked Flinch.
One, two, three she repeated. One, two, three.
"Everyone on the dance floor."
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Fuck.
I'm so late to potions! I can't afford to get detention before our exams, another reason my mother could have my head.
I walked up to the door of professor Snapes classroom taking a deep breath in trying to calm myself before entering distraction.
When I opend the door everyone's eyes where on me. We had class with the Griffindors so I heard them snicker and gossip.
"You're ten minutes late Miss Anderson." He said while spinning around dramatically.
"I'm sorry Professor I-" I was cut off "No excuses sit down next to Mister Malfoy, I'll see you in detention."
"But Professor-" I tried to reason
"No. Sit down, I will not ask again, or should we make it a week detention?" He explained.
With a sigh I went to sit next to the blond.
"Why were you late?" He questioned leaning towards me as we sat.
