[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

"Have you ever thought about asking me to dance?" Padima asked Ron next to her for the last time.

"I haven't thought about it," Ron said honestly, still looking in Hermione's direction. "Okay," Padima snapped, standing up and joining the round table next door. For a moment, Ron was the only one left at the round table.

The waltz finally ended, and Harry immediately let go of his dance partner Parvati, "Shall we sit down and rest for a while?"

Pulling her off the dance floor, she ran past Hermione and Victor Krum, who were dancing vigorously.

Harry and the others came to the table where Ron was sitting. "Where's your dance partner?" Harry asked Ron, sitting down and opening a bottle of butterbeer.

"Where is my sister?" Parvati also asked almost at the same time.

Ron stared at the dance floor without raising his eyes, and pointed with his finger in the direction Padima left, "She went over there."

Parvati looked in the direction Ron pointed, and her sister was chatting happily with the Beauxbatons wizard who was sitting next to her.

"Harry, do you mind if I go over there?" Parvati didn't seem tired at all and asked in high spirits.

"Of course not -" Harry quickly indicated that he didn't mind.

Seeing that Parvati quickly integrated into the long table opposite and found a new dance partner, Harry turned to Ron and complained, "Why do girls seem to not feel tired at all when they dance?"

Ron looked at Hermione who had been dancing with Viktor Krum and said, "No."

It wasn't until the end of another waltz that Hermione and Krum finally separated, and she was still coming in their direction.

Ron quickly looked away and picked up a glass of butterbeer on the table.

Hermione came over and sat down in Padima's seat, her face still flushed from dancing.

"Hi!" Harry greeted, but Ron remained silent.

"It's so hot!" Hermione said, fanning herself with her hands. "Victor just went to get a drink."

Ron looked at her with disgust, "Victor?" he said, "Didn't he ask you to call him Vicky?" Hermione looked at him inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?"

"If you don't know," Ron said mercilessly, "then I'm not going to tell you."

Hermione looked puzzled, then glanced at Harry, who shrugged helplessly.

"Ron, what did you say-?"

"He comes from Durmstrang!" Ron snapped. "He is Harry's rival! He is hostile to Hogwarts! You - you are - establishing a friendship with the enemy, then It’s a good thing you did!”

Hermione's mouth opened wide. "Stop being so stupid!" It took her a while to calm down and respond to him. "Enemy? To be honest - who was so excited when they saw him arriving? Who wanted him? His autograph? Who made a model of him and put it in the dormitory? "

Ron pretended not to hear these words, but continued to ask, "You don't think he really wants to ask you to dance, do you?"

"It's obvious, right? He knows who you are close to... He just wants to get close to Harry - to get inside information about him - or to deal with Harry!" In order to make his words convincing, He also deeply forgot about Harry sitting next to him.

Hermione looked at Ron as if she had been slapped hard by his words. His voice was trembling, "He never asked a single thing about Harry, not a single thing-"

Ron quickly changed his tune, "Then he hopes you can help him come up with ideas about his egg! I think you must be meeting in the library these days to discuss--"

"I never helped him think about that egg, how could you say such a thing!" Hermione gritted her teeth and said, already too angry to bear it, she stood up, crossed the dance floor, and disappeared into the crowd.

Ron looked at her back, feeling angry and blaming himself for the hurtful words he had said, but also feeling a sense of satisfaction after venting.

When the rock singers and weird sisters came on stage one after another, the place started to light up. Under the flickering lights, the little wizards were no longer restrained. No one cared about warriors or school belles anymore and participated in the carnival.

The stage became more and more crowded, and Sigrid didn't want to stay any longer. She patted Fred's arm as a signal, and Fred led Sigrid away from the dance floor and sneaked out along the edge.

Reporters Sis Alger and Colin Creevey, who had been paying attention to the two of them, discovered their movements at the same time. Sis Alger planned to follow them out without even thinking, but was unfortunately stopped by Ludo Bagman. , he enthusiastically embraced several warriors and said, "Mr. Alger, come here for a moment!"

Colin Creevey looked at the warriors who were called for interviews, and finally chose to sneak out with the pair.

After leaving the hall, it suddenly became quiet. The doors of the castle in front were open. It seemed that many students had left the castle.

"Let's go out too! It seems to be beautifully decorated outside!" Sigrid suggested.

"It's up to you!" Fred said no objection, and blocked Sigrid's path with his body to prevent her from going out.

Sigrid raised her head and looked at him with doubtful eyes.

"It's cold outside, put on your clothes!" Fred quickly took off his coat and put it around Sigrid like a sack.

"Me! No! It's cold." Sigrid raised her hand to refuse.

"No, you - cold!" Fred pressed down her raised hands, put them into her sleeves, and then buttoned the suit buttons to the top row.

He had wanted to do this for a long time, but he had to give it up because of the dance. Now that he had come out of it, he naturally had to cover it up tightly.

Knowing that resistance was useless, she could only kick Fred's calf in protest. Only then did she realize the stinging sensation - her foot seemed to be injured!

Sigrid could no longer maintain her posture, and she relaxed and leaned against Fred.

"Are you feeling well, little snake?" Fred quickly held her waist and asked.

"No, could you please carry me out? I want to go outside for some air!" Sigrid leaned into his arms and spoke muffledly.

"Of course it's no problem!" Fred bent down and moved the hand that was originally supporting her waist, and stopped the crook of her leg with his other hand. With a strong force, he picked up Sigrid.

Sigrid, who suddenly lost her center of gravity, wrapped her arms around Fred's neck and couldn't help giggling while burying herself in his arms.

"Hold tight!" When Fred hugged her and walked down the stairs, the countertop was still shining with a blue light, which was very beautiful.

"Am I heavy?" Sigrid asked close to his ear.

"Heavy...ah!" As soon as Fred uttered a word, his ear was bitten hard, and the person in his arms kicked his legs in protest.

Fred was so tormented that he almost relaxed. He quickly weighed the person in his arms and added through gritted teeth, "Because what I am holding in my arms now is my whole world——"

After listening to the next words, Sigrid was satisfied and leaned on Fred's chest again. Her feet could not help but swing back and forth, and her good mood was clearly visible.

After watching them leave, Colin Creevey put down the camera and whistled excitedly.

He didn't plan to follow him out. The lighting was not good and he couldn't take any pictures, and it was too quiet and easy to detect. Most importantly, what he had in his hands was already sensational enough.

See what he photographed? The school beauty’s love story is real! He is bound to win this month's highest bonus!

The bushes outside the castle are like a large maze, winding with shining paths and lined with stone statues one after another. It is hidden and dark, very suitable for dating between men and women.

Sigrid could hear the sound of rushing water, which sounded like a fountain. Every time she turned around, there were couples or friends sitting on benches.

She and Fred avoided these people, passed a rose bush, and continued along the winding path until they saw a patch of grass in front of them full of fairy lights - countless lifelike fairies sitting in the rose bushes. It was transformed by magic and flapped its wings above a statue of Santa Claus and reindeer.

"Go there!" Sigrid pointed to the front - there was a bench behind the statue.

"As you command, my queen!" Fred put her on the bench and helped her straighten her skirt before sitting down.

"It hurts—" Sigrid lifted her feet and took off her nearly four-inch high heels.

Looking at the high heels that his girlfriend took out from under her skirt, Fred picked up one and looked at it closer. His eyes widened, "You...you danced with me all night wearing this?"

Recalling his girlfriend's brisk and smooth dance steps and graceful dancing figure, he suddenly felt that Sigrid might have a talent for acrobatics...

"What do you know..." She lifted her feet and rubbed them. She originally planned to wear a 3-inch skirt, but sadly found that the skirt could not hold up. For the sake of beauty, she had to compromise her feet.

Fred shook his head speechlessly, put her calves on his thighs, and examined her under the faint light.

A pair of delicate and cute little feet were only a little bigger than his palms. The toes were painted with red nail polish, and each one looked as crystal clear as petals. Unfortunately, my delicate-looking feet were all red and swollen, and there was a large white blister on the little toe of my right foot.

I really don’t know how my girlfriend, who is usually so squeamish that she would cry out “hurts” even after taking a small bite, could hold it back all night… “It’s swollen—and there’s a blister.” Fred touched the blister lightly.

Sigrid pulled her foot back in pain, "It hurts... no matter how much I take a step, it feels like being pricked by a needle..."

"Shall I take you to Madam Pomfrey?" Fred suggested. The effect of magic spells in treating injuries is far inferior to that of potions.

"I won't go." Sigrid refused without thinking, because it would be too embarrassing to go to the school hospital with high heels rubbing her feet.

"Listen to me, little snake!" Fred smiled evilly and immediately came up with some bad idea. "Let's secretly go to the medical room now. There is a magic potion that is particularly useful for treating trauma. I just saw it, Pang Mrs. Frey was at the ball too!”

"Steal-" Sigrid was about to protest, but Fred covered her mouth.

"My dear, how can this be called stealing? We just went to seek medical treatment, and Madam Pomfrey happened to be away... In order not to disturb her rest, we took the necessary potion ourselves."

"Madam Pomfrey would be grateful if she knew we were so considerate!"

Sigrid still looked down at her feet and hesitated.

"You have to go, if you don't leave it alone, it will ooze pus and stink..."

"pus"..."stinking"...

Fred's last words hit Sigrid perfectly, and she got goosebumps. Even if what he said was only 100% possible, she was not willing to take the risk. "Okay, let's go get it."

After succeeding, Fred felt secretly happy. There were not many opportunities to take his girlfriend on adventures. He had wanted to try doing something "exciting" with Sigrid a long time ago.