[HP] Hogwarts students

Thanks to Harry's "thoughtful" hand, I can only roughly smooth the other eye shadow with my finger in the mirror to make them symmetrical.Maybe he also knew that he made a mistake, and he didn't dare to approach me all day, and he and Ron didn't know what to mutter.

Professor Binns was also tirelessly telling the saga of the goblin rebellion from the podium, though his flat tone sounded like the goblin had rolled over and taken a nap.And even in the last week before the Yule Ball, when other students were distracted and eager to try, Hermione was still concentrating on taking notes.

I held my chin in one hand and shook the quill in my hand. I noticed that Ron and Harry at the next table started whispering, and I couldn't help leaning forward and pricking up my ears to catch their conversation.

"She didn't say why?" asked Ron. "Aren't you supposed to remind her?"

"Then let her spend the day with two clumps of black dust?" Harry asked rhetorically, "Later she also wiped off the other side, but somehow got angry again."

"Girl, there are always so many reasons to be angry." Ron glanced this way with lingering fear, met my eyes, and immediately froze in place, his whole face flushed red.

I rolled my eyes, sat up straight before Harry turned his head, grabbed the quill and scribbled a paragraph on the parchment: "After class, there is a Room of Requirement. I will wait for you in front of the tapestry."

Then he roughly crumpled the note into a crumpled ball, and threw it at Harry with the force of a goblin. With a "snap", the ball of paper fell on the table along his messy black hair. He covered his head and looked at me with aggrieved and puzzled face, and slowly unfolded the ball of paper.

After the history of magic class, Harry eagerly followed me and tried to strike up a conversation with me, but I quickly dragged Hermione further away, and I'm still angry!

It wasn't until after the last Potions class today that I waited under the tapestry of Barnabas with the Troll's Stick to catch a breathless Harry - he and a few others were left behind by Snape for a few minutes, and it seemed he As soon as he came out of the potion classroom, he ran up in a hurry.

I have walked along the wall three times, and a plain white peach wood door has gradually emerged on the flat wall. There is a colorful Barbie head on the door panel, and a landscape drawn in crayons below it.

"Come in, please." I turned the doorknob and walked in before him, watching Harry step into the door hesitantly—like I would hurt him—and simply stretched out my hand to pull him in.

The size of the room is not large, but every nook and cranny has been reasonably stuffed with furniture and potted plants.The sunlight from the blue double-opened shutters was cut into a diamond shape, finely sprinkled on the sailboat single bed in the middle, and a rectangular jewelry box was placed beside the pillow of the bed, also shining brightly in the sunlight.

Next to the upright wardrobe is a Champs-Elysees-style dressing table with various cosmetics on it. The large mirror on the dressing table can reflect the whole body. From the mirror, Harry is Standing by the bed with a puzzled and helpless face, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"This is my bedroom." I explained kindly, but for some reason he seemed even more nervous. He tried to put his hands into his trouser pockets, but he rubbed against his shirt several times and couldn't find the right position.

"Today——" he looked at me with wide eyes, and I said aggressively, "Today I'm going to teach you how to make up! At least you should understand what makeup is!"

"No, Kelly!" Harry yelled, terrified. "You didn't do my makeup, did you?"

I squeezed my chin and looked at him, until I saw him sweating on the forehead, I couldn't help laughing: "Of course not! Fool, you watched me put on makeup - you can no longer treat my lipstick as an allergy, put me My eye shadow is treated as dust, that is wrong!"

"So." I sat on the dressing stool and used a makeup remover towel to remove the makeup and foundation on my face little by little until I showed a completely clean face before facing him, "I'll take off the makeup on my face first, we Start with the first step, okay?"

"..." Harry was hesitant to speak, and he spoke only after I allowed him, "But I don't think there's any difference." Just as I was about to pick up my wand and give him a stroke, he added: "It's all pretty good." beautiful."

"You still have a lot to learn, boy." I impatiently sorted out a series of cosmetics that need to be used, and pushed them all in front of him, "I've decided, instead of letting you watch, it's better to let you do it yourself."

"No, no, I can't." Harry waved his hands again and again, "I've never put on makeup for others."

"You can ask me, I will tell you in detail." I looked at him with bewitching eyes, "I believe you, Harry. As long as it is your makeup, I will never take it off before going to bed today .”

"Come on—" he muttered, "if you insist—what's this?"

"That's eyebrow pencil."

"Looks like a fountain pen... well, what should I do first?"

"With this primer, you only need a little..."

To be honest, when he held my face and applied makeup gently, I could see his frowning eyebrows up close, which were a little messy; the pair of piercing eyes under the round-frame glasses were like rippling deep waves. Green lakes; lips tensed into a straight line—had his lips always been this thin?

"Kelly, what is this for?"

"It's a concealer to cover up the redness on my cheeks."

"...What about this pink one?"

"That's blush, just put it under my eyes, so that my cheeks look flushed."

"Then don't cover it up from the start?"

"...you just follow the steps!"

I can still see his pores and the little fluff on his cheeks clearly, I really want to cover him with foundation, and there is a pimple mark on the tip of his nose, it looks like Harry must have scratched it with his hands... Unknowingly, in my Under his gaze, his right hand began to tremble, and two clusters of conspicuous blushes appeared on his cheekbones—there was no need to touch my blush.

"Kelly." He said in a low voice, the end of which was still trembling, "Can you look elsewhere?"

"No." I flatly refused, "I just want to watch you."

"But--"

"Who is your Christmas dance partner going to invite?"

His hand that highlighted me stopped, and the word "surprise" was clearly written on his face."Isn't it you?" he asked.

"You haven't even invited me! You haven't even asked me!" I complained with a bit of aggrieved mouth, watching him start to panic: "But...but who else would I invite besides you? You It's mine, my girlfriend, I thought it was—"

"Of course not! Isn't Parvati also Dean's girlfriend? But she was invited."

"That--"

"It's late, you lost the chance to invite!" I looked up at him, paused for two seconds and interrupted him to add, "So it's up to me to ask you——Harry, would you like to join me?" prom?"

Harry's face suddenly changed from gray and depressed to a strange emotion. He raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were crooked with a smile, but he was speechless for a long time. I waited patiently for a few minutes. Only then did he make a sound like being strangled by someone: "Uh-of course! Of course I am willing!"

"Excellent." I nodded in satisfaction, and took the loose powder brush used in the last step from his hand, "There are not a few days left until the Christmas ball, so you can practice the waltz, okay?"

"We can practice together, in the Room of Requirement," Harry said quickly.

"But I have an appointment to practice with Hermione." I was a little embarrassed. "She needs help, so you can practice with Ron, okay?—you two are always inseparable anyway."

He slumped down again, slumped his shoulders and rubbed the edge of the dressing stool, and said a little angrily after a while: "But Hermione doesn't even have a partner, why does she need you to help her practice her dance steps?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I frowned and looked at him. "Hermione has a partner, and I saw with my own eyes——his request to Hermione, and Hermione happily agreed immediately."

"What?" Harry began to wonder, "but Ron said she said that in order to reject Neville, and I thought she didn't have a date yet."

I gritted my teeth and said, "Don't listen to Ron! He doesn't have a partner himself, so he thinks no one else has one? Is he really planning to go to the dance alone?"

"No, he said that someone has been selected... Before Friday, he will definitely invite her."

"Really?" I couldn't believe it, "Who is it?"

"Well, I don't know. He's hiding it from everyone, saying he won't tell everyone until the invitation is successful."

This matter was kept secret until Friday night. That night I went back to the lounge wearing the makeup Harry put on me. Several people pointed at me and laughed non-stop. I didn't care, but Harry looked younger than me. Be mad, as soon as I got back to the break room, he strongly demanded to remove this stupid makeup for me by hand.

"I won't comment on your makeup anymore." Harry said dejectedly, "It's not easy."

"But you have to admit, I do look better with makeup on, don't you?" I blinked.

"To make it more dazzling..." He said vaguely, and nodded affirmatively when he saw me smiling. "It is indeed smoother than usual, and the eyes are deeper."

After dinner on Friday night, Hermione, Parvati and Lavender, the four of us practiced dance steps in the dormitory day and night, and sometimes we took turns dancing men's steps to help Hermione, who was dancing stiffly, relax. open some.

We danced all night, and when it was almost the break time, we came down the stairs playing and playing, and were going to eat some fruit in the lounge.But as soon as we got downstairs we found Ron - pale and shivering, sitting by the fire, surrounded by Ginny and Harry.

"What's the matter?" Parvati and Lavender didn't want to get involved, so they took two bananas and went upstairs, so Hermione and I had to come over and ask.

"He - er - he just invited Fleur Delacour to the ball with him," said Ginny.She seemed to be trying desperately not to laugh, but still patted Ron's arm sympathetically.

Harry was a little helpless, but still comforted Ron in a low voice: "Don't worry, after all she—she has part of Veela blood, and you might have been deluded at that time, you know, the unique magic of Veela .”

"I remember that Fleur seemed to be going with Roger Davies from Ravenclaw." I whispered to Hermione, but Ron heard him, and he suddenly looked up at us, muttering Soliloquy.

"Why do you call her 'Fleur'?" Hermione was a little dissatisfied.

"Hey - I just saw her next to the carriage last time, and we chatted a little more." I quickly patted her arm reassuringly.

"By the way!" Ron interrupted me suddenly, and looked at Hermione with strange eyes, "Aren't you a girl too?"

Hermione choked, and I felt her arm tighten in my arms: "Oh, you're very observant."

"Isn't that just right? You don't have a partner, how shameful it is, it's just - I'll be your partner, so that everyone will have face -"

"I'm sorry!" Hermione yelled angrily. "I've said yes to other people's invitations. Thank you for remembering me as a 'girl' at the last second before the ball, Ronald!"

After finishing speaking, she returned to the dormitory angrily without even taking the fruit.

"She's lying." Ron said expressionlessly, looking at her back.

"No, she didn't." I gave him a look of pity, "Me and Ginny saw it, we both witnessed the moment she was invited—Little Ronnie, (don't call me that! Mr. Ron) Roar) You should think more about yourself."

"Perhaps you could invite Ginny," Harry suggested.

"I wouldn't invite my sister to the ball!" "I promised Neville a long time ago!"

The two of them said in unison, and Ginny's face flushed with anger, "Do you think I'm willing to go to the prom with my own brother? Shame on me!" As soon as the words finished, she was so angry that she ran up the stairs and returned to the dormitory .

"It's still a little time before bed," I said dryly. "Maybe you can find one outside in the last twenty minutes—or put one in a noose."

I put all the oranges and bananas on the table into my arms, and the ponytail behind my head flicked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I stopped in place, looked sideways at Harry and Ron who were talking in a low voice, and raised my head. Volume said: "Harry - remember to practice dance steps."

He raised his head abruptly, and nodded hastily with a suppressed smile on the corner of his mouth. Ron looked at him in a daze, then at me, and then he slipped out of the hole in the lounge, and Harry hurriedly followed him and left to rest. room.

"Humph, little boy." I snorted coldly and pushed open the bedroom door.