P.O.V Y/N
when Harry and I went up to the common room, everyone was silent as we entered; but then they burst into applause and cheers,They dragged us to the center of the room patting us on the bac
After a while of parading Harry and me about the twins said they should open the eggs, "Yeah, go on, open them!" several people echoed. Y/N shrugged and looked at Harry, together they nodded and counted down "3...2...1..." then in unison they pulled the designs on the eggs apart.
The moment they opened them, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. Everyone clamped their hands over their ears to shield their eardrums from the high-pitched squeals. "Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears, he had done it so fast Y/N lost his balance on his shoulders and fell to the floor "I'm ok!" He said as I scrambled to help him up as Fred apologised "What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the eggs as they were slammed shut again. "Sounded like a banshee.... Maybe you've got to get past one of those next!"
"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!" "Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've attack him while he's in the shower?"
"Since I have to attack Percy in the shower, I wash my eyes with bleach." I told them.
"Bloody hell! What was that?"
Everyone looked toward the portrait hole. It was Ron, standing there, holding his ears. His eyes were shifting uneasily between me and Harry, suddenly aware that he was in the spotlight.
"Alright everyone!" Fred addressed the crowd, "Go back to your knitting. This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all of you nosy sods listening in!"
As the hum of conversation resumed amongst the crowd, me and Harry got down off of the table to stand directly in front of Ron.
Harry was glaring at the ginger boy, waiting for him to say something. Me stood there awkwardly amongst the tension, and Hermione sat a little bit further away watching the three boys cautiously.
It was then that Ron spoke up, in the greatest apologetic tone he could muster, "I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name into the Goblet of Fire..."
"Caught on, have you?" said Harry coldly. "Took you long enough."
"I wasn't the only one who'd thought you two had done it," Ron said, trying to defend himself, "everyone was saying it behind your backs."
"Brilliant," I said sarcastically, "that makes us feel loads better."
"Well," Ron said quickly, "at least I warned you about the dragons!"
Harry furrowed his brows, "Hagrid warned us about the dragons?"
"No, no, I did, don't you remember?" Ron inquired, "I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for the both of you! But Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out..."
I had to stifle a laugh, "Who could possibly figure that out? That's absolutely mental!"
"'Tis, isn't it?" Ron said softly, "I guess I was a bit distraught..."
Harry and me stood there for a moment, unaware of what to say next. Ron opened his mouth uncertainly. I knew Ron was about to apologize again and suddenly he found he didn't need to hear it.
"It's okay," Harry said, before Ron could say anything.
"Forget it."
"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't've -"
"Forget it," Harry said firmly, accepting his attempt at an apology as well, "It's alright."
Ron grinned nervously at them, and me and Harry grinned back; the three of them were friends once again.
Hermione had rolled her eyes from the nearby armchair, listening in on the their conversation.
"Boys," she muttered, watching the three of them crack on as if nothing had happened.
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A few days later we were all on good terms, and everyone was impressed by my work with the dragon. But now we were in the great hall and suddenly I felt a tug on my arm.
H
ermione grabbed me by the arm, telling me she needed to show us all something, she dragged me Harry and Ron to the kitchens and we were met by Dobby, the elf that Harry freed in his second year, and another familiar face was Winky the elf that was let go by Crouch at the world cup.
"Dobby has come to work at Hogwarts, sir!" Dobby squealed excitedly. "Professor Dumbledore gave Dobby and Winky jobs, sir!" said Dobby happily. Winky was sat in the corner of the room distraught, I could tell being fired took a huge toll on her, I did my best to try and console her, but it was no use. She clung onto my legs and sobbed.
After Hermione tried to get the elves to reveal themselves they kicked us out of the kitchens with sandwiches.
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"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament for centuries," addressed Professor McGonagall as all of the Gryffindors gathered in a large, cleared-out room with a huge record player, "On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests will gather in the Great Hall for 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."
Groans emerged from the boys side of the room, while the girls broke out into squeals.
"Silence," called McGonagall again, "The House of Godric Gryffindor 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-"
I could hear the distant chatter and laughter from Fred and George has they tried to repeat what McGonagall said without stuttering, but apparently hagall didn't seem to pay them any mind.
"Now," she said, "to dance is to let the body breathe... inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight -"
Ron had leaned over to me and whispered, "Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan..."
"You're an idiot, how do you think she should feel if she listened to you?" I said putting myself in his place, before smacking Ron on the back of the head for being a prat. Apparently, they were causing too much noise as McGonagall had continued only for her to shift their gaze towards them.
"- Inside every boy, a proud lion prepared to prance - Mr. Weasley!"
Ron and me immediately cowered as he was singled out. "Yes?" we say softly.
"Not you, Y/N your brother. Would you join me, please?" McGonagall said with an amused smile.
Ron glanced around in a panic, then slumped forward off of his chair, like a man heading to the gallows. The boys side of the room was trying to hold back their laughter to the best of their ability.
"Now then," McGonagall said as Ron joined her in the middle of the room, "place your right hand on my waist."
Ron was taken aback, "Where?!"
"My waist," McGonagall repeated, and shortly after they began to waltz around the room.
I put two fingers in my mouth, whistling loudly at my ginger brother as a joke, but Ron simply sent my a glare.
Then, Harry leaned over and addressed Fred and George, "You're never going to let him forget this, are you?"
The twins smirked devilishly, "Never."
"Everyone," McGonagall called again, "come together! Boys to your feet!"
The music swelled and the girls instantly rose to their feet, but none of the boys had moved - they were all too embarrassed.
The bell rang shortly after, and there was the usual scuffle of activity as everyone packed their bags and swung them onto their shoulders.
Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Potter - Weasley- a word, if you please."
Me and Harry proceeded towards McGonagall reluctantly as the rest of Gryffindor house moved towards the door.
Professor McGonagall waited until they had gone, and then said, "The champions and their partners -
"What partners?" said Harry quickly, looking to me.
Profesor McGonagall looked suspiciously at Harry, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.
"Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partners."
Harry's insides seemed to curl up and shrivel.
"We need dance partners?" He felt himself going red, "But, I don't dance."
"Oh yes, you do," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "That's what I'm telling you. Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the Ball."
"I'm not dancing," Harry said again, and me watched him amusement.
"It is traditional," said Professor McGonagall firmly. "The two of you are Hogwarts champions, and you will do what is expected of you as representatives of the school. So make sure you get yourselves partners."
"But - I don't-"
"You heard me, Potter," said Professor McGonagall in a very final sort of way.
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As the weeks pressed on everyone was swept up by the madness of the Yule Ball, you could hardly step two feet into a room without seeing people trying to find a date, even the teachers were sick of it, if you even muttered anything about the ball in Snape's presence you'd be in detention before you got another word out.
But this also meant my options were slowly dwindling, as was my confidence, I mean asking out one of your best friends should be easy, and Hermione was nice so I'm sure she'd be polite either way, but I was still nervous.
The next chapter will be the last of weasley and will be the Yule ball.