[HP] Give me back my body

Eventually Harry and Ron found a partner.

Harry found Parvati from Gryffindor, and Ron picked up Padma from Ravenclaw.Draco also thought maliciously that at the Christmas ball, the brave Potter led the red-haired Weasley slowly into the dance floor to dance, and the audience applauded thunderously.

But Draco didn't have much time to taunt Potter and Weasley, because he was stalked by Granger - well, they'd been entangled since the soul swap.

They're in an old classroom now, Hogwarts is full of empty classrooms.The desks in the classroom were pushed to the corners, leaving a large space in the middle.

Hermione had her arms around Draco's waist - so to speak, it looked like Draco's body was around the waist of Hermione's body.

She was stiff all over, her right hand was loosely supporting Draco's hand, and her left hand was holding Draco's waist as if she couldn't make any effort, and it was sliding down more and more.

"Left up!" said Draco viciously. "What, do you miss your ass? Your hands are almost under your ass. When you want to dance, take a good measure of how big Pansy Parkinson's ass is." ?"

Hermione shivered, thinking of such a scene, Pansy would definitely lean into her arms delicately, affectionately taking this action as some kind of signal - she immediately raised her hand up.

Men's steps are more difficult than women's because they take the lead in ballroom dancing, and while the center of gravity can vary between men and women, the men generally lead the women's steps.As for women, as long as they have a basic understanding of rhythm and gait patterns, they can just follow the men.

It's not that Hermione can't learn to walk, she's just too nervous.

Malfoy's body was half a head taller than hers, and they were so close that she always felt that she could kiss each other's forehead as soon as she lowered her head.Even in someone else's body, Draco was still a clean boy, his hair was well washed, and the faint fragrance from his hair made Hermione's concentration difficult.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see themselves from the perspective of others. Hermione looked at her fluffy brown hair and full forehead... Then she began to think about how to dress herself up on Christmas Day, how to take care of her hair, What to wear with a skirt.

"Ah." Draco yelled, he raised his head and stared at Hermione, who had erratic eyes, "You stepped on my foot again!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hermione looked down at the feet of the two, and took a step back in a panic.

Draco shook off Hermione's hand, stood aside, and said angrily, "If you don't want to dance, don't dance. I might as well go back and sleep instead of wasting time with you."

"I'm just not used to it."

"Hmph." Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, "You're not used to dancing with your own body, who else can you dance with?"

Hermione pursed her lips. Even if I knew that the body in front of me was my body, I couldn't see "her" as myself. She was obviously Malfoy, no matter how I looked at it, it was Malfoy.

Draco folded his arms and looked at Hermione, stomped his right foot on the ground, and said impatiently: "You better stop dancing, a Malfoy who doesn't dance and a Malfoy who cripples his partner, everyone is better Accept the former."

I'm more accepting of the latter, lame the poodle Pansy, think how beautiful it is.She muttered a few words in her heart and put on a pose: "One more time, I will concentrate."

Draco taunted a few words in a strange way, then put his right hand in Hermione's palm, and put his left hand on her shoulder.

Draco practiced with Hermione twice, and she had mastered it completely, and if Hermione didn't master it, he was ready to quit.Generally, boys are not interested in dancing, and only girls are restless and looking forward to the Christmas ball.Boys, they're only interested in pretty girls at the ball.

The semester was over, Harry had locked the golden egg in a box since the end of the first project and never opened it again, and nobody or anything could remind him of the second project.

He needs to relax and have fun, and he can put the game behind him until February 2.

Everyone was playing the week before Christmas, and no one above the fourth grade went home. Christmas at Hogwarts had never been so lively.

After successfully launching canary biscuits and fake wands, the Weasley brothers start working on new magical tricks.Draco was very interested in their research, but refused to accept any food or things they offered.

The Gryffindor girls were enthusiastically discussing makeup and costumes, hoping to surprise everyone on Yule Ball day.They also invited Hermione to discuss it together, and Draco said that he would be happy to see beautiful girls, to paint with a group of girls... hehe, hehehe.

Ron and Harry were always sitting on the sofa in the lounge playing crackling cards or wizard chess, and Draco occasionally went over to see Ron's poor chess strategy and Harry, who was even clumsy - he felt that he played better than him. They were much better off, and Weasley was about to wag his tail when he met a Potter who was worse at chess than he was.

"Who is your dancing partner?" Ron knocked Harry's king over at once, ending the thrilling chess game. He suddenly turned his head and asked Hermione.

He always felt that by asking out of the blue when Hermione was relaxing, he could figure out who Hermione's partner was.

But Draco is always on high alert when he's around the two of them, let alone tricks, he's rolled his eyes at Ron more often than he's won Harry's chess game (Harry was never at wizard chess beat Ron).

"Hmph, we have such a good relationship, you guessed it." Draco said slowly.

Ron's mouth moved, he didn't say an answer, he didn't even guess, he curled his lips and lowered his head.

Draco snorted, and proudly turned to stand by the window of the lounge - Slytherin's lounge was at the bottom of the Black Lake, and the Gryffindor lounge had a rare view.

It was snowing outside, and the outside of the castle turned into a vast expanse of white scenery.Durmstrang's ship was covered with frost, and its black hull leaned against the frozen black lake covered with snow, like a bar of chocolate thrown in a glass of milk.

Draco leaned against the window and looked at the snow scene outside, and thought that Malfoy Manor must also be covered in ice and snow at this time, and his mother might have started to decorate the garden outside.

He sniffled, wanting to go back to his dorm to read the letter home from the owl (Hermione handed it to him).

On Christmas Day, when Draco woke up, he found that there were a lot of presents piled on the floor at the foot of his bed, and he had no interest in opening them - they were all for Granger anyway, things that girls like.He glanced down and found a gift that, despite being beautifully wrapped, was recognizable as a thick book—well, nerds like it.

The other girls in the dormitory got up early, the gift wrapping paper was torn all over the floor, and each girl was holding a beautiful dress in her hand to compare herself with.

Not interesting.

Draco kicked a present away at his feet, went to wash his face, and prepared to go out.

"Hermione, don't you open the presents?" Amy asked.

Draco waved his hand lazily: "No more, I'm going to have breakfast."

The lounge was also very lively, many people were showing off their gifts as if they had never seen anything new.

Ron Weasley wore a Charlie Cannons hat on his head, displaying it triumphantly.

A bumpkin who has never seen the world.

Draco gave him a contemptuous look. I have broomsticks signed by everyone in the Charlie Cannons team, which is in the storage room, except for the Charlie Cannons team, the Irish team and the Bulgarian team.If Weasley went to visit his house, he would be so envious that he couldn't stand up straight. Let's give this poor boy some hope of surviving.

Draco raised his jaw proudly.

Harry turned his head and saw Hermione, who was holding a big box full of candy in his hand, like a candy elf who would stuff a person into each other's arms when he saw it.

"Hermione, did you see the gift I gave you?" Harry smiled foolishly, "I know you must like it."

"..." Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, he was sure that the damn thick book must have been sent by Potter.

The lunch was extraordinarily sumptuous, consisting of at least a hundred turkeys and a heap of Christmas pudding, with mountains of cribbage wizard crackers.

Everyone's bellies are full, and one after the other, they burp.

Then they were going to have a snowball fight on the grass outside.

Draco took a few glances from a distance, and then decided not to go along with those lunatics who didn't play at all.He was going to see Granger after four o'clock. If he had a snowball fight and his head and body were covered in snow, he would definitely be sent to take a shower when he was wet.

So why bother?

Ron and Harry were stunned to hear that Hermione would be ready for four hours.

"You're going to spend four hours dressing up?" Harry stared, holding a snow ball in his hand.

Ron scratched his hair and brushed off the snow slag that had been smashed on it: "Do you want to learn Yirongmagus? Four hours will make you a different person."

"How would I know!" Draco said angrily, and turned away.

"Don't waste your efforts...ah!" Ron was about to speak, when George hit a big snowball on the back of his head, and the snow scum filled the back of his neck, "You sneak attack!"

"Who made you distracted." George laughed, "You don't care what the girls do, come and fight!"

Ron bent over and balled snowballs cursing.

Draco was in a particularly bad mood because he had to put on makeup and a dress later.

He arrived at the classroom where he and Hermione practiced dancing, and Hermione was already waiting inside, carrying a large box in her hand, seeing Draco's eyes brighten, she was gearing up to dress him up.

Seeing Hermione's look of "going to do something big", Draco felt his legs go numb, twisted his buttocks and wanted to run.

Hermione grabbed Draco and pushed him onto the stool.

"Don't be nervous, I'm very skilled." Hermione bent down to stare at her face, looked seriously, and then comforted Draco.

Draco looked at the face close at hand, even though it was his own face, he felt hairy on the back of his neck.

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[But Hermione just frowned and said, "I won't tell you, you'll make fun of me."

"You're kidding, Weasley!" Malfoy's voice suddenly sounded behind them. "What, did someone actually invite that guy to the dance? That big-toothed mudblood?"

Harry and Ron turned sharply, but Hermione waved to someone behind Malfoy and said loudly, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

Malfoy's face paled, and he jumped back, looking around in panic, looking for Moody, who was still sitting at the staff table, eating his share of the stew.

"You're a twitching little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione tartly, and laughed heartily as they walked up the marble stairs with Harry and Ron. 】

I didn't think there was anything at the time, but now I think it's so cute~ I have to light candles for Brother Yan anytime 233Nozuonodieyouaretrying!

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