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Chapter 446 Dance Partner
Chapter 446 Dance Partner
"Harry—Harry!"
"I know—I know—"
Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were slumped over the table, looking like they had a headache.
By this time, there were hardly any people left in the Gryffindor common room. As the afternoon approached, most of the students had gone out to find their dance partners.
Of course, this does not include Harry and Ron.
Because they didn't have a dance partner.
Ironically, it's quite surprising that Harry, as a hero, doesn't have a dance partner, but that's the truth—although many people have invited Harry to dance, he inexplicably refuses them all.
After all, he hadn't had a good month; he was tormented by those strange dreams while being watched by Snape.
Snape had been giving him a hard time these past few weeks—which made it almost impossible for him to focus on finding a dance partner.
It wasn't until Christmas Day that he realized he didn't have a dance partner—while Ron's situation was even simpler; he either couldn't muster the courage to invite someone, or he was politely and respectfully rejected.
He had originally intended to partner with Furong, but it seemed she already had a dance partner, and even that partner was a girl.
Miss Emma Rozier —
"Sigh—" Ron sighed again and said, "Harry—what should we do?"
"Look on the bright side—at least you don't have to wear that dress anymore," Harry said, shaking his head. He was referring to the suit Ron's mother had sent him.
It was an old-fashioned suit, the kind that Dumbledore would have worn in his youth.
"Wearing that outfit is better than staying in the dorm!" Ron shook his head and looked at Harry. "If all else fails—Harry."
"Shall we go together?"
"Huh?" Harry paused, then his eyes widened. "Are you kidding me, Ron?"
"No," Ron said seriously, "Girls can dance together, so who says boys can't?"
"You—" Harry didn't know what to say. He felt that Ron had gone mad.
Ron continued talking to himself, "Look—we're just looking for an excuse to attend the dance. Once we get in, we can freely form teams."
"The first dance at the ball is with your partner, but for the rest you can dance with anyone you like."
"That can't be right, can it?" Harry coughed involuntarily.
"The specific details might be a little different, but that's roughly it," Ron said seriously. "So this is just a temporary team. Once the first dance is over, we can split up."
"Then you can go and invite Professor Hamilton, can't you?"
"Hmm?" Harry's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing this, but looking at Ron, he felt a bit of a headache.
"You know what, Ron?" Harry said after a moment's thought, "the hero is supposed to lead the dance."
"That means—the whole school will be watching you and me—dance together."
"Huh?" Ron's eyes widened and he immediately said, "Then—then forget it—that won't do—if George and Fred see us dancing together, we're doomed!"
Actually, it's not just them; if others saw it, it would be disastrous too.
Harry sighed and shook his head—surprisingly, he didn't feel that much anticipation for the ball.
Perhaps it was because so much had happened recently that he was a bit exhausted, or perhaps it was because Professor Hamilton had his own dance partner—whoever that person was, he felt would make him feel bad.
But just then, another commotion came from upstairs in the lounge.
"Go, Ginny—if you don't go now, you'll really never have another chance!"
"But----"
"No buts, tonight's the ball!"
That sounds like Hermione's voice?
Harry paused for a moment and looked up, only to see Ginny and Hermione walking down together.
"Hermione, what are you still doing here?" Ron paused for a moment when he saw her, then immediately said, "Don't you still have a dance partner?"
"How about we just make do?"
"————" Hermione's face immediately darkened upon hearing this. She glared at Ron and said, "I have a dance partner, unlike you."
"Huh?" Ron paused for a moment before saying, "It's not that Krum, is it?"
"This is none of your business," Hermione said through gritted teeth. "It's my freedom."
"Hmm?" Ron, who had been glared at, pursed his lips and looked at Harry: "I haven't said anything yet."
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That's the problem, Ron.
Harry glanced helplessly at his silly friend, then looked at Ginny.
"Has Ginny found a dance partner yet?" he asked casually.
"Ah—not—not yet." Ginny seemed a little shy as she pursed her lips, then whispered, "Not yet—"
"Not yet, Ginny?" Ron paused for a moment before saying, "Then why don't you help your brother out and let me—"
"Can you please stop causing trouble, Ron!" Hermione snapped, grabbing Ron's ear and dragging him out of the lounge.
Ginny and Harry both laughed as they watched Ron yelling in pain.
After the laughter subsided, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward and strange.
Harry looked at Ginny, unsure of what to say. Should he comfort her? Or—what should he do?
However, after taking a closer look at Ginny, he was surprised to find that Ginny was still very pretty—perhaps because she was just a little girl when he first met her, and that impression had stayed with Harry ever since.
Looking at Ginny again now, he was surprised to find that she had changed a lot. She was much prettier than he remembered her—and much more eye-catching.
She was standing shyly in front of him, stammering as if she wanted to say something.
As if by some strange twist of fate, Harry suddenly spoke up: "Um—I don't have a dance partner yet either—"
"Look—why don't we go together?"
"Want to dance?"
"————" His words stunned Ginny. She pursed her lips and looked at Harry's surprised expression.
Did I say something wrong?
Harry scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Well, if you don't want to—"
"I do."
"Um?
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"What I mean is—I do," Ginny said, biting her lip. "I asked you last time—but you were busy and didn't answer—I thought you—"
"You won't agree anymore."
"Last time?" Harry was taken aback. When was the last time? He had absolutely no recollection of it. In his memory, this seemed to be the first time he had seen Ginny this semester.
But—but does Ginny mean—that she actually wants to dance with me too?
Harry pursed his lips and smiled—that seemed like a good idea.