Minerva McGonagall took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves and force the blush from her face. "V-very good Harry. It seems as though you don't need dancing lessons after all…"
The raven-haired boy merely smiled, before giving her a very gentlemanly bow and thanking her once more for the dance. It had been the first day of the mandatory lessons, and due to the odd number of students the Potter heir had volunteered to be partnered with the instructor, much to the snickering of several other Gryffindors.
That is until he had carried her around the room with more skill than she had seen in even Pureblood ballets. By the time the music had halted the other students had given up stepping on each other's toes and simply watched the two. The Transfiguration professor had been out of breath and needing a few minutes of rest… that and a very stiff drink.
"That class, is how you dance… now we will take a short break before we begin again. Harry, if you have free time would you consider staying and helping me guide the others? I could certainly use an extra pair of eyes and hands."
"Of course professor, I would be delighted."
Based upon the excited gleams there were also more than a few girls who were 'delighted' in the idea of his hands 'correcting' them as well. The Deputy Headmistress noted with a chuckle.
'Ah to be young again.'
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"Uhm my Lord… could I speak with you for a second… in private?"
Emerald-eyes glanced up from the book they had been studying before the owner nodded and stood. A few minutes, and relatively empty hallways, later and the pair stood in a deserted classroom, the girl glancing around in an uncharacteristic shyness.
"Is something wrong Millie?"
"I uh… just wanted to… well ask for permission."
"Permission?"
"To the Ball, to go to the Ball I mean…"
"Ah, someone finally asked you, good. May I inquire as to who the lucky man is?"
"Well I mean, I know I'm not… well… pretty or anything but Gregory Goyle asked about an hour ago and… well I mean I figured I should ask your permission first… you know…"
"Ah yes, those silly Pureblood traditions stopping you from so much as passing a fork to someone without begging for my approval."
The larger girl blushed, before nodding slightly.
"Well you certainly are allowed to dance and hold hands and whatever else you wish Millie. I hope you have a good time."
"Thank you…"
Nodding he turned to leave, before she called out to him one more time. "My Lord?"
"Yes?"
"Would you… I mean I know that every girl probably asks the same thing but…"
"But?"
"Would you like to… I mean if you want to… you know… I mean I have sworn loyalty to you, so I belong to you and… if you wanted to touch anything…"
Turning back to her completely, Harry took a moment to study her appearance and posture, before smiling warmly. "My dear Millie, I do not think that is the best idea…"
"O-oh, I mean I understand that I'm not…"
"It isn't that, I just mean that if I were to start I certainly wouldn't want to stop, and I'm not sure if you want to go quite that far ."
The girl lit bright red, before nodding and quickly vacating the room, thus earning a chuckle from the other teen, it really would not do to have his followers suffering from self-esteem issues.
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"Ah Harry please come in, have a seat."
The teen took the offered chair across from the Delacour patron as the man himself took his own seat. "Now, I imagine you might be a bit concerned hm? I myself remember quite a few rumors about those overbearing fathers and their 'touch my daughter and I will bury you' speeches." A silent gulp and nod 'confirmed' the man's theory.
He let out a soft, almost condescending, chuckle. "Don't you worry about that, I am the one with the significantly older daughter so if anything, you should be warning me." This joke seemed to calm the teen, who relaxed a bit into the chair.
"Thank you sir, I'm… well just a bit nervous. This is the first time I've gone to a dance."
Jean Delacour nodded in understanding, "Quite alright Harry. No, the reason I asked you here today is to speak with you about your future. Do you have anything planned out yet? I understand you are heir to two different Pureblood houses and that can mean betrothal contracts after all."
"Uhm… I don't think so? I wasn't really told much about my family before my godfather officially took me in, and even then, it has only been one summer. He didn't mention anything yet though." It was a lie, but Harry didn't care much for the man at this point. It had been one of the things he asked Sirius about the previous summer and was flat out told there were no marriage contracts involving him.
"I see… well I know you are young, but it is not uncommon to begin thinking about what you may want in a future wife, or even wives."
The boy-who-lived gave a shocked look, that apparently completely fooled the older individual, "W-wives sir? A-as in more than one?"
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