A week later, Sasha and Ramaranth came up to Harry and dragged him off. Didn’t say a word or anything. Next thing, Harry knew he was in an empty classroom dancing with two extremely beautiful women, who each took turns with Harry and giving pointers to help improve his skill.
Now Harry didn’t really have any issue with this, only he found it hard to concentrate. Both women were extremely beautiful and add to the fact that Harry was shorter than them both, he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of their bountiful assets. Each time they did a song that required Harry to lift them, their breasts would bounce in front of him, clearly defying some principle of gravity or something.
“Harry, remember you have to look your partner in the eyes, not at your partner's bosom.” Sasha reminded Harry each time, and each time it was mentioned Harry would go red. He personally thought the two were intentionally trying ot tease him.
Occasionally there would be a grab here, a press there, and each time it would cause the blood to flow in the wrong direction.
For good or for bad the constant distraction was helping to improve his focus and his dancing. Though the dancing would probably be attributed to the promise of a reward of some type after the Yule Ball.
That didn’t mean that the he didn’t get a little one here or there. He made it through a dance without stepping on Ramaranth’s feet, she gave him a big kiss. Soon he was nailing each of the steps of one dance, Sasha hugged his head into her breasts. It nearly killed him, but he wasn’t complaining.
Soon the week of the ball was upon them, and his practice dance partners had branched out. One day it was Hermione waltzing through the classroom, and the next it was Daphne Greengrass, who Harry did the foxtrot with.
And speaking of the Slytherin, Daphne had managed to get the marriage contract with Malfoy eviscerated. Funnily enough, she requested that she have permission to be the one to destroy it.
FLASHBACK
2 Weeks till the Yule Ball
Harry had come down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was a bit later in the morning, that was mainly due to Sasha keeping Harry up going over the rules and legalese of being a Lord. Of course Hermione was right there with him taking notes, since she knew that Harry wouldn’t remember half of what was being said. Ramaranth had already turned in for the night and had been getting sleepier and less responsive as the days grew colder.
Upon sitting down, Harry heard a screech of an owl, and looking up he saw a large court of owls swooping into the Great Hall ready to deliver mail. Hedwig showed up as well, to collect some bacon, and to get some attention from Harry. She was spoiled after all.
Suddenly a cheerful yell could be heard from the Slytherin side of the table. Turning Harry saw that the unexpected noise had come from Daphne of all people.
“What is your deal Greengrass?” Malfoy sneered. Looking up at him, Daphne broke into a large grin.
“Well Heir Malfoy, I just received some splendid news. Want to read it, maybe it will give you some insight?” Daphne asked.
“I am Heir Malfoy, there is not much I don’t already know.” Draco said haughtily. All the Slytherins around him, who heard this, rolled their eyes.
Nodding Daphne stood up and picking up the Black Letter, which Harry had learned previously meant it was about betrothal letters, and drawing her wand, deliberately walked around the table to where Draco was sitting.
Draco stood up as well but did’t draw his wand, and upon seeing the letter smirked, “I see so your father did decide to accept my betrothal request and you are coming to me to swear your eternal vow infront of everyone. As you should Greengrass.”
“Here read this. Then we see what you think.” Daphne smiled. She handed the Letter to Draco, who began to read. As he got further down the parchment, he soon lost his arrogance.
“Your rejecting my proposal. You uppity bint! You should be grateful I even deemed you worthy of me!” Draco raged.
“Yeah I am. Incendio!” Daphne shouted. The Betrothal Letter burst into flames. “And that is me turning the waste of parchment to ash. And now this me, reminding you why I am the Ice Queen of Slytherin.”
“Cocytus!”
An icy jet of blue shot straight out of her wand, and impacted the spot between Draco’s legs. The men of the Hall all winced. That was the spell used to curse a person with frostbite. It was a terribly difficult spell to master and an even harder one to counter.
Daphne Greengrass truly was the Ice Queen.
Seeing Draco firmly frozen and in shock, hands clutching whatever was left of the area, Daphne smiled even larger and all but skipped away towards the Gryffindor side of the Hall.
“Now Potter, my father has informed me that he has been in contact with Lord Black. Do expect to see notification promptly.” Daphne smiled at Harry. Before Harry could say anything, Daphne pulled him forward and gave him a kiss. Soon it was a full blown snog and her tongue found its way into Harry’s mouth.
“Uh-hmm.” Dumbledore coughed. “Ms Greengrass, do let Mr Potter go. He does require air as much as the rest of us. Also 1 point from Slytherin for using minor spells in the Great Hall, and 6 points for giving us some morning entertainment.”
“Yes Headmaster.” Daphne said, after breaking the kiss off with Harry, who was completely stunned.
“Now everyone carry on. You still have classes this morning.” Dumbledore said calmly. “Oh also, before I forget, someone escort Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing. He has enough future problems and doesn’t need to add another.”
“Harry, do you think Sirius will let you know before signing the contract or will he just send a congratulations?” Hermione whispered.
Harry just turned and looked at Hermione with a deadpan stare.
“Yeah I thought so too.” Hermione replied with a forlorn look. The mangy mutt was probably laughing about it right now.