if i am not me

As Christmas approached, Hogwarts College became more and more noisy. Even the heavy snowflakes could not dampen everyone's enthusiasm. On the contrary, it added a touch of romance to this ancient school amidst the snow. .

The class of the last semester ended two days ago. Although everyone thought that because of the Triwizard Tournament, the professors should be more tolerant to them, but this obviously became their extravagant hope.

Although Professor Flitwick did treat them like this - he played a whole lesson with the students in the little game of charms.It's a pity that there is only Professor Flitwick alone.Professor McGonagall still insisted on holding them until the last second before letting them leave the classroom, while Snape told them that they would have a "little" test.The actions of the two professors made the students extremely painful, but what they didn't expect was that this was not the most painful.

In the history of magic class, all the students slowly turned blue under the lecture of Professor Binns, because he actually told them a bloody and disgusting story on this day full of festive and cheerful atmosphere without any influence. The history of the ancient pixie revolt, even with pictures attached...

It seems that Christmas is really no different from usual for him.

In the evening, in the windy corridor, the boys wore thick gloves, and the girls wore colorful and cute scarves, laughing and quickening their hurried steps to their respective destinations.Of course, there are also some girls who deliberately stand in the snow scene in the courtyard to attract the attention of the boy they like.

Hermione, who just came out of the library, was walking quickly through the courtyard between the two corridors, and not far from her, a Hufflepuff girl stood under a pine tree whose branches were bent by the snow, her cheek was bruised The cold wind of winter made her flushed red, reflecting her pale face with a morbid blush.

'Silly girl. Shaking her head, Hermione walked past her with the book in her hands tightly, but her mind returned to the unexpected invitation just now.

Krum, the boy who was chased by many girls, actually invited himself to be his dance partner...

Frowning slightly, Hermione looked at the deep footprints under her feet with a complicated expression, and her normally shrewd thoughts rarely became a little confused.

It would be a lie to say that she is unhappy, but this invitation can be said to have completely satisfied her vanity as a girl, and at the same time gave her a sense of revenge.Although I told Harry that he would wait for Ron for three days, in fact, there are only three days left before the dance, and that person not only didn't move at all, but even let her see his face several times. Staring obsessively at Furong who walked past them.

Angry, jealous, so unreasonable.Thankfully, she hasn't lost her mind enough to say yes to some boy's invitation.The reason why she agreed to be Krum's dance partner was partly because although Krum seemed a little arrogant and gloomy at ordinary times, she actually didn't hate him in essence.Secondly, it was also because of her selfish desire to let that person know that she, Hermione Granger, was a girl worthy of such a boy's invitation, not his last choice when he had no choice.

Thinking of this, Hermione didn't feel a little sad, and her mind became even more dazed.And at this moment, with a "bang", she, who was wandering in the sky, accidentally bumped into a person who was walking towards her.

The wet and slippery feeling under her feet made her unable to exert any strength at all, and the force from the impact was too abrupt, Hermione felt herself falling backwards after a stagger.Some helplessly exclaimed, she knew that this fall was inevitable.However, just when she closed her eyes and was about to fall hard to the ground, suddenly, a hand grabbed her forward, freeing her from the embarrassing situation of falling.

"Why are you so careless?" A pleasant and familiar voice sounded beside Hermione's ears, causing Hermione to open her closed eyes.Realizing that she was leaning in Harry's arms, Hermione looked up at his worried green eyes, and stuck out her tongue shyly, "Thanks."

Holding Hermione steady, Harry skillfully took the book in Hermione's hand and asked with concern. "What happened?" Although he had already guessed that the only person who could make her lose her mind was that kid, but he still wanted to hear her thoughts.

Hearing Harry's question, Hermione straightened her curly hair that was a little messed up by the wind, and said lightly, "Krum invited me to the dance just now, and I agreed."

really……

"Oh."

Her pretended indifference disappeared from Hermione's face. She looked back at Harry next to her, and asked curiously, "Aren't you surprised?"

"Three days have passed." Harry also looked at Hermione, blinked, and said sincerely, "And, you deserve it."

In an instant, Hermione's eyes were moist.Quickly looking away, she raised her head to look at the foggy sky, and slowly closed it. "Thanks."

"Silly girl." The soft voice made Hermione smile.For a moment, Harry was not amazed by her look of anticipation.

After a brief conversation with Harry, Hermione felt that her suppressed mood had improved a lot, and she also put her mind on the boy in front of her.Compared to her unanswered question, what she was more curious about now was Harry's current situation.

Glancing at Harry's feet, Hermione said suddenly, "Speaking of which, how's your dance practice going?"

Hearing this, the corners of Harry's mouth, which was drawing a charming smile, couldn't help froze for a moment.Trying to maintain a perfect smile, he tilted his head and thought about the results of the past few days, and said with some hesitation, "It should be... no problem."

Yes, there should be no problem, at least now he won't step on other people's feet again and again when he is dancing - you know, for him, compared to learning to dance, it seems that the black-skinned The incantations in the book seemed simpler.

Although Harry tried his best to put on a nonchalant look, Hermione still sensitively caught the trace of unnaturalness in his expression, and managed to suppress her smile. This smart girl couldn't help but start looking forward to the dance. .

"Have you decided who it is?" Flicking her curly hair, Hermione began to change the subject. Although it was rare to see Harry's embarrassment, she understood the meaning of too much.

Hearing that Hermione changed the subject, Harry secretly let out a big smile while he was secretly relieved. "Well! Pansy, you know her."

"Why did you choose her?" Hermione couldn't help raising her eyebrows when she heard this fairly familiar name, after all, she really didn't have a good impression of this girl.

Rolling his eyes, Harry deliberately looked at Hermione with a resentful expression, "Who told you not to agree?"

"Stop joking, I'm serious." Rolling her eyes at Harry's green eyes, which were clearly full of teasing, Hermione said quite seriously.

Seeing Hermione's reluctance, Harry could only shrug his shoulders and confessed, "Okay, okay! Because her dance partner is Blaise, and she herself is very willing after hearing it."

Hermione couldn't help curling her lips at these words. In her opinion, how could a girl who likes to show off like Pansy miss such a good opportunity, maybe she is the happiest now.

"Why are you standing here?" Just as Hermione was secretly upset, another familiar voice sounded behind them, causing the two people who were standing in the courtyard to talk to turn their heads.

It's Drake!

Draco was holding an oversized plate and looked at them suspiciously, while his feet were walking steadily towards them.Hermione looked up at the almost completely dark sky, calculated the time, and determined that he had gone to the kitchen that she hadn't been able to find all along.

Before the two of them could speak, Draco, who came to them, naturally pulled out his wand, conjured up a plate with shaking hands, and said to Hermione. "I think you need a little too."

"Oh—thank you." First taking the book from Harry's hand and putting it in her backpack, Hermione picked up the plate that was filled with food by Draco. "I also want to ask the twins where they got their supper when I go back."

"I'll take you there when I have a chance, but I think as a lady, you won't be too interested in it." Draco smiled mildly, with a rare hint of perfunctory in his words.Ever since Harry heard about Hermione's rescue plan about house-elves, he never mentioned any topic about house-elves in front of Hermione, even if it was related, he would try to avoid it. To avoid triggering Hermione's "vomit" factor.

I don't know what was going on in Draco's mind, and Hermione didn't pay much attention to the kitchen problem. After all, there are a lot of things that she needs to do now, so after she left the couple wisely, she waved them away without any regrets. She waved her hand and went back to the dormitory - in this weather, she still missed the warm fireplace in the common room.

Seeing the back of Hermione walking away, Draco held Harry's cold hands into his own, and asked thoughtfully, "The kid still didn't say anything?"

Sighing helplessly, Harry stretched out his free hand to twist a piece of bacon from the plate that had been cast with the heat preservation spell, and put it into his mouth, saying vaguely. "She promised Krum."

There was silence, and then someone who described himself as the most aristocratic person finally couldn't help but burst out, "That idiot!"

"I feel the same." Harry nodded his head with sympathy when he saw this, and also expressed his deep shame to Ron.

"Then what do we do now?" Draco asked a little frustrated. It seemed that Ron was going to waste the Christmas gift they gave him.

"Find that idiot a partner!"

"...That's really difficult."

Time flies, and in the early morning of Christmas, when Ron opened his eyes, he couldn't believe that it was already Christmas.However, the days he had been looking forward to seemed to become dispensable after hearing her answer. Even meeting Fu Rong three times in a row yesterday could not change his mood in the slightest.

Staring blankly at the top of the curtain, he saw that his eyes were sore and he still felt lazy and didn't want to move, until Neville from the next bed came to his bed with his excited footsteps, and pulled him away. A thick drapery that blocks out the light.

"Ron, get up! Go unpack the presents!"

Responding procrastinatingly, Ron listened to the voices of Seamus and Dean yelling in the room, and then slowly climbed out of bed after confirming that it was impossible for him to continue to sleep.

At this time, Seamus and the others had already opened several gift boxes. Looking at the smiling faces of the three, Ron tried his best to smile, and his eyes fell to the foot of his bed.There was a pile of presents at the foot of the bed, and after seeing the big and small boxes, he felt that there was at least this little thing left in Christmas that could make him happy.

He was the first to open the gift his mother gave him, without any sense of surprise, it was still a pullover with the letter "R" written on it.But now he will no longer feel aggrieved as before, but instead smiles lightly and puts it on his body leisurely.

Continuing to unpack the gift box, Ron swept through the large and small objects one by one.

The twins sent a box of candy, and this realization made Ron decisively put the candy box aside, deciding not to touch them anyway.Because Ginny told him mysteriously a few days ago that they seem to be researching a toffee that makes people turn into birds.

What Neville sent was a "Illustrated Book of Ancient Monsters". Ron remembered that he was obsessed with these things for a while, but he didn't expect that Neville not only saw it in his eyes, but also fell in love with him.

Then Percy's, Bill's... Finally, there were two gift boxes left.

A gift box is very large, so it is pressed at the bottom.Ron moved the big box to his feet and removed the packaging on it, but he was startled after opening it—there was a set of dark brown evening dress robes inside. The neat and simple design and details revealed elegance and grandeur. Let Ron, who doesn't know much about dresses, know that it is expensive.The signatures on the gift were two names that he was extremely familiar with.

"Merry Christmas, brother!—Harry, Draco."

'These two brats. 'Understanding why his friend would do this, Ron muttered pretending to be dissatisfied, but couldn't stop laughing.Of course, he secretly rejoiced that he didn't have to wear that creepy "ceremony robe".

It's just... After laughing, why can't my heart be happy?Obviously he can wear this gown that will never be ridiculed tonight and have fun with his dance partner all night long.

Caressing the good fabric of the clothes in his hands, Ron's eyes finally fell to the corner, the small gift box that he ignored because it was too small compared to other gifts.

As if realizing something, he quickly took it over and peeled off the beautiful wrapping paper on the box, and hurriedly opened the small cover on it.

Inside is a model of Krum, the model he has been talking about and wants very much.But at this moment, this model caused him a pain in his heart for no reason, and then he felt an inexplicable anger.

Instead of looking at the model that was bothering him, Ron took the dainty fidgeting figure aside and twirled the card at the bottom of the box.The card is very ordinary, so ordinary that there are only a few beautiful characters, which are lightly written:

"Merry Christmas - Hermione"