1. Harry Potter Promise NR.5


    Date: 10/20/2017, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 21 Over 400 reviews! You guys are awesome! Disclaimer: not mine The next week, McGonagall made a rather interesting announcement at the end of class. "Part of the tradition of Triwizard Tournament is to have a Yule ball on Christmas day. It is open to all students fourth year and above, though a younger year may attend, if he or she is escorted by an older student. Mr. Potter, please stay behind." Harry set his book bag down and waited until the classroom had emptied, before he made his way up to the professor's desk. Minerva looked at him and smiled, her stern teacher façade giving way to the caring guardian he had gotten to know quite well over the summer. "Harry, as a champion, you will need to make certain you have a partner, though I don't think that will be an issue, will it?" Harry blushed, but smiled. "Why is it necessary?" he asked. "It is tradition for the champions to open the ball with the first dance," Minerva replied, observing him carefully, noting the sudden paleness of his face. Harry bit his lip, managing to stammer out, "D-d-dance?" Minerva nodded, and then frowned. "Harry, do you know how to dance?" Harry shook his head, embarrassed. "No one ever taught me," he admitted, ashamed. Minerva stepped forward, using one hand to force his chin upwards so that he was looking at her. "We can easily remedy that," she assured him. "Come and see me after breakfast on Saturday. Perhaps Miss Weasley would like to attend as well." Harry nodded, feeling better. ...
    He muttered out a thank you, before he went to catch up with his friends. Minerva watched him leave, the smile still gracing her stern features. When Harry caught up to his friends in the Great Hall, he was somewhat confused to find a number of people watching him – mostly girls. They all seemed to be eyeing him in a way that made him a little uncomfortable. As he sat down, Harry explained what McGonagall had told him, including the dancing lessons, which he admitted to with a definite blush. Thanks to a well-placed elbow in his side, courtesy of Hermione, Ron didn't say anything around the mouthful of food – not that he really could have, there was a lot packed in there. Hermione just smiled and commented on how it would be very beneficial. Neville looked nervous, as he pushed the food around on his plate. "Do you think Professor McGonagall would mind if I came as well?" he asked quietly. Harry studied his friend for a moment, before smiling. "You planning on asking someone specific, Nev?" Neville blushed, but nodded, glancing over at the Hufflepuff table. Harry's smile widened. "I think that'd be fine," he affirmed, before tucking into his own lunch as Ginny entered the hall, separated from the rest of the third years, and joined them. She gave Harry a sidelong look as she spooned potatoes onto her plate. "Did you guys hear about the ball?" They all nodded, looking at Harry as well, but the Boy Who Lived just kept eating, hiding his smile. He knew whom he was going to ask, ...
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