Hogwarts Homecoming

After Professor Brain announced the start of the dance, the piano he produced played soothing and melancholy tunes in the empty and dreamy hall. The gorgeous and exaggerated chandelier hanging from the top of the palace suddenly cast a beam of pale golden light downwards, covering the huge stage.

Cedric and Qiu Zhang looked at each other sweetly, smiled slightly, then naturally held hands and left their seats. They were the first group to leave their seats and walk to the stage.

Next came Viktor and Daphne. Under the envious eyes of many people, the two walked calmly to the stage.

By this time, Harry finally began to get a little nervous. He suddenly realized that since he agreed to go to the ball with Fleur, he had not reviewed his poor dancing skills in private, not even once.

Although he has lost his expectations for this Christmas ball, this does not mean that he is willing to embarrass himself in front of everyone.

"Don't be nervous, Harry--"

Perhaps because he was used to it, Harry was subconsciously preparing to cast a pleading look at Hermione, but suddenly he heard Fleur say this.

Harry immediately looked at Fleur, her expression slightly unnatural, and found that Fleur was smiling understandingly at him. The smile contained understanding, and she didn't look as condescending as usual.

"I'll tell you how-" Fleur said, smiling.

"Oh, thank you--"

Harry gasped a few times and suddenly felt that Fleur was not so annoying. He pursed his lips slightly and nodded towards her.

At this time, a burst of laughter broke out from the students on both sides of the stage who were eagerly waiting for the warriors and their dance partners to appear. Harry, who had already walked around the guest table, noticed that those joking eyes were directed at Hermione and Ron. Fortunately, he turned to check their situation. He knew that Ron must be worse than him in facing such situations, but Fleur beside him held his arm tightly, almost dragging him. He moves forward.

As the dinner progressed, Ron's head began to gradually become numb. He was extremely looking forward to but extremely afraid of the beginning of the dance later.

While Hermione was eating gracefully, Ron kept glancing at the costumes of other warriors on the podium. Although he knew very well that his retro dress was the worst among the dancing couples, he still had uncontrollable thoughts.

And when Professor Blaine gave them the order to go on stage, Ron's mind suddenly went blank. He stood up from the chair only after Hermione's reminder. However, his legs seemed to be not very useful at this time. As soon as he stood up, he immediately collapsed.

Hermione was keenly aware of Ron's problem. She pushed away from the bench and quickly supported Ron's arm, but the shoulder strap was almost ripped off by Ron's hands that were drowning.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron!"

It was impossible to dance under the gaze of so many eyes without feeling nervous and throbbing at all, but Ron's state made Hermione completely forget about it. The moment she turned around and walked out, Hermione made an emergency adjustment. He took off his clothes, suppressed the voice and said quickly,

"It's nothing to be afraid of, Ron, it's only two minutes!"

"Yes, I understand--"

Perhaps it was the concern hidden in Hermione's pure brown eyes that allowed Ron to regain some courage. Ron, who was pale and suffocated like a fish out of the water, finally controlled his legs.

"I just felt numb in my feet--"

The other three pairs of warriors had already walked towards the stage, and Hermione found that she and Ron were already a little behind. She took Ron's arm to provide him with a little support and followed them.

Ron didn't know how he ended up in the spotlight.

The guest stand was probably less than forty feet away from the stage, but this road seemed to be the longest road he had ever walked in his life.

He knew that the most important thing he should do now was to remain calm and graceful, not to make himself the laughing stock, and most importantly, not to make Hermione the laughing stock.

He tried his best not to look at the stage or look at the eyes of those waiting for him to appear, but those eyes that were mixed with banter, ridicule, indifference, and doubt flew into his eyes from all directions, covering his sight and confusing him. His thoughts tore through his inner defenses and made him sweat.

It turns out that being in the spotlight and being the focus of people's attention is not such a beautiful thing. The audience off the stage is more comfortable with it.

"Put your arms around my waist, Ron--"

It wasn't until Hermione, who was juxtaposed with him, appeared opposite him, and her soft voice fell on his ears amid the melodious music, that Ron finally regained some clarity.

The moment his trembling hand touched the girl's waist, the first thought that popped into Ron's mind was: Hermione's waist is so soft.

The softness between his palms made Ron faint. He seemed to feel the blood rushing through his body, making him feel as if he was burning.

He subconsciously looked at Hermione. The fair cheeks of the girl in front of him had a touch of pink. Her soft hair was full of luster under the spotlight, her sexy ribs, and the ravines and charms hidden under the lilac gauze tube top. The body curve is even more impactful than the fire dragon that appeared in the first event of the competition!

Ron never realized that Hermione was so beautiful!

The beauty was so breathtaking that he didn't dare to continue looking at it!

The chaotic thoughts made Ron's already unfamiliar dance steps stumble, and he staggered slightly. Fortunately, Hermione's arm provided him with some support, preventing him from making a bigger fool of himself.

Pfft——

Suddenly, a sneer that could easily be ignored came from the side of the stage, but it was extremely clear to Ron's ears.

He didn't want to look, but his eyes glanced that way without his control.

It was Malfoy's two followers, Crabbe and Goyle. The two men were covering their mouths and looking at themselves, their shoulders shaking.

what's so funny? !

Ron's face gradually turned red. These two idiots couldn't even find a dance partner!

Ron wanted to throw Crabbe and Goyle out of his mind, but just at a glance, the cold jeers hanging on the lips of some Slytherin people gradually amplified in his mind, and even the image of Hermione... It was all squeezed out of his head.

"Don't be distracted, Ron, and ignore these people, they are jealous of you!"

Ron yelled to himself in his mind, wanting to focus on Hermione and the dance moves, but his eyes became more and more distracted, focusing on the students in the audience, the other three pairs of warriors and their dance partners on the stage, and the main character. Those professors on the stage.

Are they looking at themselves? Do they think he and his dress are a joke? Do they think it was a complete mistake for the dazzling Hermione, one of the champions of Hogwarts, to come to him?

From Ron's increasingly wandering eyes, his unconscious frown, the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and the fact that he noticed the hem of his own skirt more and more frequently, Hermione could guess what Ron was thinking about now.

However, she did not remind Ron to focus again.

Hermione looked at the boy dancing with her in front of her with gentle eyes.

Ron is a bit clumsy, but also very smart. Ron is a bit vain, but he's also kind.

The big boy in front of her had known her for nearly four years. It was he who accidentally helped her get out of the fear-induced isolation of a Muggle girl after she entered the amazing magical world.

He brought himself a lot of happiness and a lot of touching. In the second grade, when Malfoy mocked her as a 'Mudblood', she never forgot that it was Ron who was the first to rush out and mention her to teach Malfoy a lesson.

Of course, he also made himself so angry that he couldn't sleep many nights because of Banban's incident and Ron's indifferent attitude after she became a warrior some time ago.

She knew that the boy in front of her secretly liked her. She once fantasized about whether she would be with Ron in the future. She thought that might not be a bad choice, but deep down in her heart, there was always hesitation.

Professor Blaine's words gave Hermione the courage to face her hesitations about Ron. It was actually a kind of unwillingness on her part. She shouldn't just let nature take its course. She should respect her inner feelings more. Real thoughts, listen to your inner voice!

The melancholy music finally came to an end, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. His attention finally returned to Hermione, but the moment his eyes touched Hermione's, he was stunned. Before he could say anything, What--

"Thank you, Ron--"

Looking at the big boy in front of her, Hermione said with a smile.