[hp] Pride and Prejudice

After a few days, Hogwarts was completely busy. The girls gathered together and chatted about their dance partners, and the boys discussed who to invite, while the Slytherin snakes were very indifferent. They I knew it all in advance.

But Ola still sat far away from Draco.

"It's a good thing I'm not from a Muggle family," Pansy said happily, "otherwise, I guess all my good dance partners would have been snatched away."

Ola flipped through the newspaper as usual, and said yesterday that the savior was sorry for missing his parents in the middle of the night, and today he said that Hagrid would threaten the animal snails to school, which might harm people.

Good guy.

Ola threw away the newspaper: "I threw up after reading it."

Pansy flicked her hair: "Ernie from Hufflepuff invited me, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor also have one, who do you think I want to be with?"

"Let's see which one is more handsome." She replied.

"Or to see who is more cool." Pan Xi blinked.

But this report really reminded Ola of Hagrid, and she wanted to see the half-giant's attitude.But when she walked to the Forbidden Forest, she not only saw the trio slip past, but also saw Brown Button's principal talking and laughing with him.

Forget it, it's not her turn.

When she walked back, she happened to see Draco wandering beside her, and Ola left without thinking.

The incident at the prom disturbed everyone's peace, the professor was fine, all the students fell into the hormonal trap, and Ola was holding the divination textbook, and was completely immersed in the intense and exciting study, occasionally seeing a few A senior exchanged saliva again.

She and Pansy just walked and laughed.

"Ah," Ola yelled, "Go to the lounge first, I seem to have lost the book."

She climbed back to the fourth floor again, ready to get her copy of "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future", and found it under her seat after searching around.

Ola was going to go down immediately, but she was in the corridor when she heard the sound of dance music.

She was curious, and just as the door was not closed tightly, she opened it slightly.

It was a slender figure with a slender back, he was shaking seriously to the dance music, his leather shoes were tapping on the ground, and dance songs were playing in the empty classroom, he moved clumsily to the melody of the music, his movements were very funny.

Ola should have gone, but the more she looked at him, the more familiar he looked up, and an inch of hair stuck out from the back of his black head.

She suppressed her laugh, wanting to see him continue dancing.

When the dance music was played again, he didn't dare to raise his head, he was only looking at his steps, he was not proficient at all, Ola suspected that his toes would be swollen when he danced with him.

She thought he could at least dance.

Harry's back stopped at this moment, but the tune was still moving, as if he was thinking about the movement very seriously.

"Turn left," Ola said, "and then turn right."

He turned his head in a panic, "Who—why are you here?"

Aura closed the door and cast a strengthening spell: "I'm sorry, but your door didn't close properly."

Because she couldn't make a fool of himself with him.

The corners of Harry's emerald eyes were full of embarrassment, and he lowered his eyes, his face flushed.

"That," he stumbled, "I just jumped around."

Ola walked over and cupped his chin up so he was looking directly at her.His green eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, with a hazy smoky color, which was said to be inherited from his mother.

She couldn't imagine what kind of beauty this was.

"If you practice like this, you probably won't be able to practice well on the day of the dance." She shifted her mind to this, "Why don't I teach you."

Harry gave a vague hum, his eyes wandering in other directions, as if he really didn't want to look at her.

Her hands were so soft and icy.

Aura said: "Okay, then put your hands on my waist now."

"What, what?" He just raised his head.

Harry thought blankly, yes, the dance is to be placed on her waist.

He groaned, lowered his head, and watched his hands run across her waist, very slender and slender, and it felt a hundred times better than cattail.

"Not two hands!"

Harry was able to dance by himself, but when she came, he forgot all the movements.

He lowered his head even more to see if his steps were right.

But Ola was not satisfied.

"You look up," she said, "look at me, you always keep your head down, you always make me think I'm a goblin."

He couldn't help laughing.

Harry suppressed his blushing and danced with his arms around her waist, but it was actually a very bad idea to look up, because her face was more clearly in front of him, and when he looked down, he could only see her chin, but now the whole picture The face is in his eyes.

The distance between the two of them was also getting closer, and he seemed to be able to kiss her by leaning slightly closer and lowering his head.

Ora is still saying: "Even if you can't dance, it's important to be confident."

Harry was led by her to dance around a few times, and the more he touched her, the more he dreamed.He tried to restrain himself, thinking of this as an ordinary teaching, and he did well.

By the end, Harry had the steps by heart, but not gracefully.

Ola probed: "Didn't you skip it before?"

"No," he tried to think of her as Hermione, "but my uncle took my aunt to dance at the company's ball, if it counts as watching, I guess."

Her eyes widened: "Oh, so, then you can dance pretty well."

"Have you skipped a lot before?" Harry asked.

Aura nodded: "Pure blood families have a lot of dances."

It's just a scene in life.

Harry snorted, suddenly thinking of her smaller appearance, she danced with Malfoy with a smile on her face, and felt uncomfortable.

He said, "But it's your first prom growing up."

Ola smiled, "This is the first time I've gone to a dance with a warrior, and it's probably perfect. It would be even better if you could dance better. By the way, when did you start learning?"

"Just got here yesterday." He said vaguely.

In fact, it was several days ago. He was in other classrooms before, but they were all taken away. Harry wanted to go to the secret room on the eighth floor, but he was seen by Ola, and he still saw it.

But it still feels that bad.

Harry thought for a moment, "Have you reconciled with Malfoy yet?"

This is obviously not a good topic.

Ola's complexion became not very good, she smiled stiffly, "No."

Harry was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"What about you, did you tell your friends that I'm your dance partner?" She started to talk, "It should be surprising, I don't know them well, if someone told me a few years ago, I would go with you Prom, I'll tell them, it's better to imagine Professor Snape having a crush on me."

Harry smiled.

He relaxed a lot: "I told Ron, but he thought I was lying. Later, Hermione asked about our dancing partner, and then called Ron and I the same breed. We both like pretty girls, even though..."

A total badass.

He shut up.

Ola found it ridiculous: "Think about it, how wonderful our team combination is, Slytherin and Gryffindor, I dare say we are the only ones in Hogwarts."

"After the dance is over," she said, "we will hide, and no one will find us to ask."

Harry couldn't help thinking about that time.

He smiled, "Okay."

Harry practiced this dance all the way, until he entered the Gryffindor lounge, his footsteps kept coming and going, Ron sat on the sofa with a sad face, and Ginny was laughing.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

Ginny tried her best not to laugh: "He just invited Fleur Delacour to go to the ball with him."

Harry couldn't bear to feel any pity for him.

This iceberg beauty has no good looks towards anyone.

"I don't know how I would do such a thing!" Ron gasped again. "She was standing there talking to Digory, and all of a sudden I couldn't help myself and went up—Hermione!"

Hermione was walking by with a book in her arms, her expression icy cold.

"You don't have a partner yet?" He stood up.

"I've got it," said Hermione haughtily.

"Don't lie, Neville invited you, but unfortunately he was rejected because you said you already have it," Ron said, "but everyone knows that you are a liar."

He looked at her with fresh eyes, "Neville was right, you're a good girl..."

Hermione sneered.

"Oh, very perceptive," she said. "It took you three years to find out I was a good girl, Ron, and that doesn't mean no one else noticed!"

Ron was almost coaxing her: "Okay, we know you're a good girl, okay? Can you say yes?"

"I told you!" said Hermione very angrily. "I've promised someone else! Find another partner!"

Harry said quickly, "It's Ron, I already have another partner."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Who did you find?"

"Ola Egil of Slytherin," he repeated, "I told you all about it last night."

Ginny lost the vitality she had just had.

The lounge was silent for a second, but soon they were laughing again.Ron looked at him pitifully, seeming to think he was crazy, and Hermione thought so too.

"If you don't mention her, I'll forget how arrogant she is," said Ron. "I really don't remember her, but she looks pretty good."

Hermione snorted coldly: "You boys!"

These words have not been spread, but Ron will laugh at his idea from time to time, and Harry changes clothes helplessly in the dormitory, hoping that he will not be surprised on the day of the dance.

Now all of Hogwarts is busy, because the dance is indeed a big day.The teachers assigned a large part of the homework to the fourth graders, but it is estimated that no one is interested in doing it now.

Harry was one of them, and he looked forward to that day with great anticipation.

He practiced that dance every day, at least in this Gryffindor dormitory, and he guaranteed that no one was more skilled than him.

On the day of the ball, Harry was so excited that he put on his gown and went down early in the morning.

In order to deal with this dance, he also used the Porter brand to moisturize his hair, and the hair was combed neatly back.The dark green robe complemented his figure very well, and the leather shoes were shiny. He was a young man in high spirits.

All the non-silver-haired people cast a quick spell in his eyes. Fleur let him take a few more glances. She actually looks somewhat similar to Aura, but her expression is very similar.

Finally, a girl in a pink dress came down.

Her silver hair was completely untied, unlike Furong's tied up, hanging softly on her shoulders, the light pink skirt looked flushed against her fair complexion, she smiled softly.

"Come on," Ola said, "Harry?"

Harry came back to his senses and thought of the contents of that book: "You are so pretty."

Ola smiled in surprise.

She also said, "Your hair has also become better. I didn't dare to recognize you at first."

The two of them walked all the way inside, and Ola's smile became brighter and brighter, probably because the male companion next to Fleur was Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw College Quidditch team.

Of course, their combination is really novel, and everyone is watching them.

Maybe other schools didn't think it was too strange, but Gryffindor and Slytherin opened their mouths wide, and every little lion walked over gave Harry a thumbs up, as if he had done something amazing, Ron I watched it several times in surprise.And most of the Slytherins just looked at Ola coldly, as if counting her out alone.

Ola didn't care, she had her friends, Pansy, Theodore, Goyle and Crabbe and Draco...

Draco had stopped talking to her.

She restrained her smile.

At this time, Draco came over, he was proudly wearing a black robe, holding Daphne's hand, looking very handsome.Pansy was dressed beautifully and was holding Hufflepuff's Ernie with a smile. Theodore also had a good-looking new partner.

Goyle and Crabbe, with their partners, greeted Orla.

What about Allen?

"Ola," Goyle ran over cautiously, "stretch out your hand."

Ola stretched out her hand without hesitation, and put two chocolates wrapped in golden tinfoil in her palm.

Goyle whispered, "Thank you for finding me and Crabbe two partners."

"We're friends," she said.

A smile appeared on his round face.

"Draco is actually very upset," he whispered, as Harry was staring at him disapprovingly. "He hopes you can forgive him, but he can't hold back."

Ola let out an indifferent oh.

Gore waved his chubby hand, "Goodbye."

"I actually forgot, he and you are also friends." Harry said dissatisfied.

"That's right," Ola smiled, "Savior, there's nothing wrong with that."

She ate the chocolate.

It's boozy.

He laughed dryly, "Of course not, your friends, um, are all good."

In the next second, he saw Ron who was facing him with an expression he didn't know.He stayed where he was and thought for a while, but still greeted Harry: "Why didn't you see Hermione?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know."

Ron looked at Ola and said stiffly, "Oh, Ronald Weasley sends you hello."

Is this the new way of saying hello at Hogwarts?

"Ola Egil bids you good night." She said incomprehensibly.

"Ronald asks you," Ron said, "how did you get to dance with Harry James Potter?"

She frowned: "Ola replied, why didn't you ask Harry James Potter? Are you rushing back to the seventeenth century to have dinner with vampires?"

Harry wanted to laugh.

He coughed and said, "Ron, you'd better find your dance partner, Ola and I are going to dance."

Ron snorted, as if he still didn't believe this wonderful pairing.

At this moment the oaken front door opened and everyone turned to see Durmstrang's student walking in with Professor Karkaroff.Krum walked first, with a pretty girl in a blue robe whom Harry didn't recognize at his side.

Over their heads, a piece of lawn in front of the castle was transformed into a grotto, with fairy lights shining in it.

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded: "Please come here, warriors!"

His body was tense, and the arm held by Ola seemed to be burning.

Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw them.In fact, everyone at the dance will be watching them.

"Why are they all looking at us?" Harry whispered.

He almost rubbed against her ear, and he blushed.

Aura turned her head, "It's probably because of our hair color, I have silver hair, you have black hair, one white and one black, what a visual effect."

Harry looked a little too, how much her silver hair stood out, smoother beside him.

"Hello, Harry?" It was Hermione's voice. "Hello, Egil?"

In the latter sentence, she hesitated.

Ora turned her head. She looked nothing like Granger anymore, her hair was smooth and shiny, she was wearing a robe made of flowing lilac blue fabric, and somehow, her temperament It's different—maybe it's just the removal of the 20-odd thick books she's always slung around her.

Ola nodded, "Hello, Granger."

Harry opened his mouth, but finally said hello to Hermione without saying anything.

The walls of the auditorium were covered with glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky.

"I don't really like being stared at," he told her in a low voice. "I don't like being noticed at all. I don't feel comfortable when people look at me."

Ola was amused by him and giggled: "Then don't look at it, the more you feel that someone looks at them, the more excited they are, just don't look at them."

Harry also laughed along with her, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he felt that she looked really friendly today, her face was flushed, and she laughed from time to time, revealing her sharp little canine teeth.

"You are so beautiful today," he took her to sit together, "Really, you look beautiful when you smile, you should smile more."

Ora secretly pointed at Fleur, who was criticizing Hogwarts' decor with Roger Davies.

Then she turned to Harry with a sneering expression that Harry found terribly familiar, and then Ola raised her head again and stared her chin into the man's eyes.

"Are you imitating Fleur?" Harry asked, "I suddenly realized that you look too much alike."

Ola smiled again: "Like it?"

He bared his white teeth: "But it's more like Ola Egil before the third grade."

Ola laughed, and he smelled alcohol.

At this time, the Weird Sisters rushed onto the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.They all had particularly thick hair and wore black robes that had been ripped on purpose.

Harry was overjoyed, "Ola, are you going to dance?"

"Maybe." She nodded.

Harry stood up in a hurry, almost tripping over his robe, he held Ola's hand in a hurry, as delicate and smooth as he imagined, which made him not want to let go.

"I didn't teach you to hold the partner's hand when dancing." Ola smiled teasingly.

Harry let go quickly, "I'm sorry."

At this moment, the Weird Sister played a slow, sad tune, and Harry hugged her. Under the dim light, he saw her waist slowly twisting, and she smiled as if she had been drinking. charming.

"Have you learned this dance long?" she asked.

He concealed, "Actually, not long."

I have been learning since I knew about it.

Harry was too familiar with the dance, and he danced it, not very well, but it was a passing grade.

But in fact he didn't have to learn this dance, because Aura was so skilled that she twirled him at will, and Harry was drowning in it.

He was in no mood to see other people.