[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Chapter 184 The Christmas Ball (3) (Catching Bugs)

"How is it possible?" The music had already sounded, and the other warriors and dance partners beside him were already moving along with the music. Harry realized that only she and Ron were still in a daze, which attracted more attention. She also started to get nervous.

"He's a teacher, Ron! A professor! How could he melt your hand!" Harry whispered to Ron, "Quick, a man has to take the first step!"

If it weren't for this, she would have jumped up with Ron in her arms.

"Okay...ok..." Ron swallowed—

The first kick landed on Harley.

"Feel sorry!"

"It's okay...continue..."

It wasn't as bad as she imagined (of course she didn't know that the sight of these things would fall on her, and she had been frightened away by Snape's pure stare threat for a large part), she and Ron turned around in circles.Soon, the other students were on the dance floor, and Harley and the Warriors were no longer the focus of attention.

Ron also relaxed, his shoulders were no longer strained, and he was finally taking on the role of male partner in earnest—the lead was getting stronger and Harley was being led by him.

"Uh... I forgot to say that before," Ron blushed, which was very obvious against the silver-white background, "You are... beautiful today."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Seriously, Ron? I thought we were too familiar with each other..."

"I'm serious," he pursed his lips, his eyes serious, "this is a necessary etiquette—my consciousness is that I should sincerely praise you, my dance partner, according to the etiquette."

"And you are really beautiful... You are shining in the lights and under the snow and snow decorations... The fringe on your skirt is also fluttering, and I can see that many boys are jealous and hate me."

Looks like after the prom... Fred and George are probably going to make a fortune again on pranking his orders.

"But don't misunderstand, and don't stress," Ron thought about what he said just now, and quickly added, "I'm not one of your crazy suitors." He paused before continuing, " Sometimes, I especially wish you were a boy..."

"Boy?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Well... don't get me wrong, it's not about 'you'll be better at defeating Voldemort if you're a boy' or something, you're pretty good now."

"It's not because I like men! Don't think about it..."

"I'm just speaking from my own perspective—" Ron wanted to scratch his head, but he controlled himself because his hand was still on Harry's waist. ...different from your peers. If you were a boy...you could be my best buddy. Just like that, you can go on adventures together, laugh at Trelawney together..."

"And you're cool, cooler than most boys I know. For example, you have two top-notch brooms, and you generously lent them to me to play with... You also play Quidditch very well; you don't Like those girls who are always giggling... Although you are famous, you never put on airs..." Ron shook his head, and even looked a little sad, "But you are a girl after all, so... it is always inconvenient. Just Like if we get too close, we will definitely be misunderstood, gossip and so on..."

And you're so beautiful, like right now... I can't hypnotize myself into thinking you're a boy - Ron wisely didn't say that last sentence.

"Those giggling girls are cute too, Ron, you just haven't noticed yet." Harry smiled sincerely, "Thank you for the compliment anyway."

At this time, the organ played the last trembling note, the Weird Sisters stopped playing, and the auditorium burst into warm applause again.

Ron quickly loosened his hand from Harry's waist as if he had been scalded.

"I think we can go to rest," said Harry, looking around. "There's no rule that the brave have to dance all night. After the opening dance, our mission is done! Well, you don't mind, Ron. If you still want to dance, I can accompany you."

"How come?" Ron made a grimace, "I wish I could hide in a corner."

The two found a round table on the edge of the dance floor, and Ron went to get Harry a drink.She noticed Ron pause for a few steps as he passed near Hermione and Krum.

At this point the Weird Sisters began to play a new piece, a little faster than before.

Ron came back soon, and the two of them drank butterbeer and chatted casually about the latest Quidditch game.Ron's mind was clearly at least half off the subject of the chat, and was staring intently at Hermione.

"You should invite her to dance while she is resting." Harry said softly.

"Who?" Ron turned his head and asked in a daze.

"Hermione," Harry shrugged, "I don't mind."

"No... I'm not... no." Ron covered his incoherence with a gulp of Butterbeer.

"It's up to you."

The Weird Sisters switch to another tune, and Queenie and George seem to be having a good time dancing.

A hand was stretched out in front of Harry and Ron, and a familiar gentle voice sounded, "Can I ask Miss Potter to dance?"

It was Cedric, he bent over and asked Ron first.

Ron nearly choked on his butterbeer as it was brought to his lips.He looked at Harry and saw that she didn't show obvious disgust, and then he said to Cedric, "Of course... no, I mean, it depends on Harry."

"Do I have the honor?" He turned to Harry.

"Uh, of course..."

It's normal to change a partner in this kind of occasion, if she refuses again, it will appear too coy.

Harry put her hand in the palm of Cedric's, and he pulled her up (high heels and a tight skirt were indeed inconvenient).

His movements were much smoother than Ron's, and his hands naturally placed on Harry's waist, holding them loosely.Harry put his arm on his shoulder too.

After a suitable beat, he stepped forward resolutely. Harry didn't have to worry about it at all, all he had to do was relax and be led by him.

"The choice of dress...is very bold." He looked into Harry's eyes, which found a perfect balance between eagerness and warmth, "It's amazing."

"Thanks," Harry said politely, "it was a misunderstanding, I took another female member of the family's clothes by mistake..."

"Then I have to thank Merlin for this wonderful mistake."

Harry didn't know what to say, so she changed the subject—

"Where is Qiu Zhang?"

"A Durmstrang boy invited her."

Harry nodded.

At this time, the shoulders of her subordinates were those of an ordinary teenager, and they were also quite lean and strong.

However, the feeling from Damian is still very different.Damian's was thicker, more...hard - Damian was no ordinary teenager.

Halle wondered if Damian had put on a few more pounds in the past six months.

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*Suddenly something happened in the morning, this one is a little shorter, in order to ensure that the content does not shrink, it is moved to the next chapter, and the next one is guaranteed to be thicker and longer.Love you~(づ￣3￣)づ╭?～