94 hp Diagon Alley

To everyone's surprise, her partner was Krum.And she looks great today.Ron's jaw was about to drop into the Potions classroom underground.

The warriors came to the front of the guest table, and Dumbledore smiled happily, but Karkaroff saw Krum and Hermione getting closer, and his face showed exactly the same expression as Ron.Ludo Bagman was clapping his hands as enthusiastically as his classmates in his bright purple gown with big yellow stars printed on it tonight.Madame Maxime had shed her usual black satin uniform for a flowing lavender gown.Gwen noticed that Mr. Crouch hadn't come.In the fifth seat at the table sat Percy Weasley.

"Why is your brother there?" Gwen said abruptly in George's ear, so hot that he almost jumped up.

"Oh," said George calmly, "I guess Mr. Crouch has found an obedient puppet to attend for him."

Gwen shrugged, and looked at Bagman in the guest seat again: "Today you are mine, don't even try to trouble Bagman—"

"Don't worry." George patted her hand, "Fred and I decided to settle accounts with him after the second project."

After the Warriors had done their first dance, the Weird Sisters played a new tune, much faster than before.George immediately took Gwen's hand and bounded onto the dance floor.

Gwen felt extremely happy. She and George cooperated tacitly, and they didn't step on each other's feet in the fast drumbeat. For a witch who doesn't know how to dance, this is already great luck.George put his hand on her waist, making Gwen regret eating an extra snack at the dinner just now, what if he thinks he has fat?

They kept changing their dance steps to the music, and after being held up high by George, Gwen exclaimed: "I really shouldn't eat that snack!"

George laughed: Then he leaned his head into Gwen's ear: "You're as light as a bird, dear."

"Thank goodness it's not a mouse this time," said Gwen.

Then it was the lady's turn to spin, and this time it was George's turn to be frightened.

"Merlin..." George seemed to have seen something terrible.In fact, he just saw Gwen's back.The back of the gown was completely hollowed out, with only a few thin ribbons criss-crossing Gwen's smooth back.

Before Gwen could react, George removed her updo, letting it cascade down her back.

"You ruined my little ingenuity." Gwen complained dissatisfied.

"It's not fair," George said disapprovingly. "You've left the scenery to the other men. I was almost the last to notice."

Gwen wanted to say something, but George moved the hand on his waist up even more vigorously, and placed it on Gwen's back under the cover of the loose hair, and slipped his fingers restlessly.She immediately shut her mouth obediently.

The guest of honor was empty now: Professor Dumbledore was dancing with Professor Sprotney, Ludo Bagman was dancing with Professor McGonagall; Madame Maxime and Hagrid waltzed among the students, A wide track was drawn across the dance floor; Karkaroff had gone somewhere.Another piece of music was over, and everyone applauded again.

"Let's go out." George saw that Gwen was a little tired.

"I do need some fresh air," she agreed.

So George and Gwen pretended to get drinks, left the table, sidled around the dance floor, and slipped out the door.Passing Fred and Angelina on the road, they danced so wildly that people around them stepped back to avoid being hit.Come into the hall.The front door was wide open, and fairy lights flickered in the rose garden outside.Surrounded by low bushes, ornate winding paths and huge stone statues.

George stopped Gwen from going any further.

"Aren't we going outside?" Gwen was a little surprised.

"I just caught Harry and Ron going down the steps," said George, pointing to the castle gate. "I don't want to go on a date with them. And I bet there are ten thousand couples out there right now."

Gwen agreed deeply when she heard the words, "If I were Professor Snape, I would catch people from the bushes."

"It's too bad, Gwen." George's expression didn't mean that. "Come on, I'll take you to a place where you will never be disturbed."

They came to the eighth floor of the castle.

There was a large window overlooking the night view of Hogwarts and a corner of the Forbidden Forest.

"How?" George puffed out his chest to praise, "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

Gwen twitched the corner of her mouth, "Yeah, who would want to go on a date next to the principal's office?" The two stone beasts guarding the door seemed to be peeking at them.

While speaking, George had already taken out a bottle of wine and two slender champagne glasses from his robe.

"You're like a little squirrel!" Gwen wrapped her arms around George's neck, "You've got something nice hidden."

"Successful from the dinner party," George said happily, "It is said to be American wine." After a while, he was a little annoyed, "Damn, I forgot to bring my wand out." Then he was about to bite the cork with his teeth.

"I'm going to criticize you." Gwen let go of George and pretended to be angry, "Wizards should never let their wands go."

George looked at Gwen with interest, "Tell me, Gwen, where is your wand?"

Gwen's eyelashes fluttered, and then she lifted her dress inch by inch, revealing the garters on her thighs as George considered whether to stop her.

Of course, there was a wand strapped into the garter.

It seemed that there was too much information, and George didn't know which one to start with, which happened to give Gwen an opportunity.She quickly pulled out her wand and put down the long dress, then waved her wand and opened the wine.Poured half a glass each for himself and George.

She sniffed it, coughed from choking, picked up the bottle and read it carefully.

George had already downed half the glass in one gulp—

"Giggles," Gwen read aloud.

"Hahahaha——" George was about to speak, but when he opened his mouth, there was a burst of laughter.

Gwen was amused, and took a sip too, "Hey hey hey—"

The two of them just drank half a bottle back and forth.Until her stomach hurts from laughing, and Gwen's face is also red.

She paused for a while, "Stop it. We are like two fools."

"Giggle—" George was still laughing.

Then he suddenly danced again, put his hands on Gwen's waist, and hugged her to the window sill.George bent down deeply, and Gwen hugged his neck tightly in fright—"I'm going to fall—this is the eighth floor—you're drunk! George!"

"Don't be afraid," George whispered softly in a nice voice, "I've got you covered, Gwen. I've got you covered."

Indeed, his big hand was firmly attached to Gwen's smooth white back, and the skin that touched it felt hot.Lifted Gwen's receding body.George felt that what he touched was the softest Camembert cheese.

He looked up at Gwen, who was sitting on the high window sill, and then snatched her wand, turning them into a mistletoe out of thin air.

"I'm going to kiss you, Gwen." He blinked his sly and bright eyes, and he didn't look drunk at all.

Gwen, on the other hand, seemed to have been slightly intoxicated by the Christmas atmosphere, and forgot to snatch back her wand.In a daze, she cupped George's face in her hands.Then he was caught on his lips.

A lover's kiss is an addictive drug|drug, and a lover's kiss is also a life-saving antidote.

It wasn't until Gwen felt that her heat-preserving spell could no longer withstand the cold wind outside the window that she pushed George away.Bless Merlin, her boyfriend was a caring gentleman, taking off his frock coat and wrapping it around Gwen.

George also turned over and jumped onto the window sill, and the two of them leaned close together, watching the moonlight fall on the stone floor through the windows of the old castle.

Gwen was amused as she watched, "The two of us don't look at the stars or the scenery, but sit here and look at the floor."

George was playing with Gwen's fingers, "I'm not looking at the floor, ma'am. I'm admiring our shadow." Then he put his head on Gwen's shoulder like a child who didn't know how to play.

Gwen looked at the funny reflection on the ground - the tall boy trying to bend his neck and huddle in his shoulder - and immediately laughed like he had drunk a whole bottle of giggling.

Until late at night, Gwen said that she could not go back to the dormitory in such high heels.

"A full five inches - the Little Mermaid from Muggle fairy tales doesn't hurt like me. It's all for you, tall wizard at 6'3'. "

George knew what he meant, and immediately knelt down to help take off the pair of sinful high heels, letting Gwen hold them in his hands.Then he hugged the little witch horizontally, letting her pat his back vigorously with her free other hand.

"You're welcome, Gwen, it's what I - a Weasley gentleman - should do."

Gwen finally gave up struggling, obediently buried her head on George's chest, and even poked it maliciously. "It's much stronger than last year. Alas, I regret eating that snack at night again."

George carried her all the way back to the girls' dormitory, maybe they came back too late, and they didn't meet anyone they knew along the way.

Gwen stood barefoot on the steps and gave George a sweet goodnight kiss.

"Good night, George, and Merry Christmas," she whispered.

"Good night, Gwen, and Merry Christmas," said George with a smile.

When her ginger-red dress was about to disappear over the edge of the spiral staircase, George mustered up the courage to say softly, "I love you, Gwen."

Gwen leaned over the banister suddenly, and she responded with a loud kiss, and then