Yule Ball

Harry stood amongst the other students in the entrance hall. There was an excitement in the air that was almost tangible. He was currently waiting for his date to the ball, who had told him to wait here. Presumably so she could make a grand entrance and make all the guys drool, and all the girls jealous. Both about her looks and the fact she was going with the Harry Potter. Even now he could see a couple of girls eyeing him hungrily, hoping that his date would ditch him so they could swoop in and be on his arm for the evening.

He chuckled softly to himself. This wasn't that unusual. He had been getting a lot of attention since the moment he had entered the wizarding world, with him being the boy-who-lived and all that.

And now that he was a champion in this tournament it had only gotten worse (or better depending on who you were asking). Overall being entered into the competition was a mixed bag. Yes, it was dangerous and yes, his name was probably added with the intention of him dying. But the training he had done for the tournament had seen him come leaps and bounds, both physically and magically. He was now at a level where he could comfortably take down inner circle **** eathers. This had allowed to get past the first task without any injuries, overwhelming the Horntail with spells, before tying it down with thick black chains, allowing him to take the egg and leave the arena without any trouble and full marks across the board

All of that had guaranteed that when the yule ball was announced, a lot of girls were hoping they could attract his attention so he would ask them to his date. But in the end there had already been a girl on his mind. And he hadn't hesitated to ask her to be his date.