Girl Who Escaped {Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire} [BEING EDITED]

[12] The Yule Ball

EDITED

January 14, 2014

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Pay no attention to the girl, haha.

LOTS OF OPTIONS HERE, THIS DESICION WILL BE USED VAGUELY THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK, AT THE END OF IT, AND IN THE SEQUEL:

Ash & Harry (:

Ash & Ron (:

Ash & Fred (:

Ash & George (:

Ash & Draco (:

Ash & Neville (:

I am currently shipping Ash with one of the twins or Neville oops

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[ Chapter 12: The Yule Ball.]

Despite the very heavy load of homework that the fourth years had been given for the holidays, I was in no mood to work when term ended, and spent the week leading up to Christmas enjoying myself as fully as possible along with everyone else. Gryffindor Tower was hardly less crowded now than during term-time; it seemed to have shrunk slightly too, as its inhabitants were being so much rowdier than usual. Fred and George had had a great success with their Canary Creams, and for the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feathers all over the place. Before long, however, all the Gryffindors had learned to treat food anybody else offered them with extreme caution, in case it had a Canary Cream concealed in the center, and George confided to me that he and Fred were now working on developing something else. I made a mental note never to accept so much as a crisp from Fred and George in the future. I still hadn't forgotten the time they gave me something that made steam shoot from my ears.

     Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings, and only Fleur Delacour seemed to be able to find anything to complain about.

     "It is too 'eavy, all zis 'Ogwarts food," I heard her saying grumpily as we left the Great Hall behind her one evening (Ron skulking behind Harry, Hermion and I, keen not to be spotted by Fleur). "I will not fit into my dress robes!"

     "Oooh there's a tragedy," Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. "She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"

     "Hermione-- who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron.

     He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, "I'm not telling you."

     "You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind us. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"

     Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

     Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.