There Are No Ugly Women in the World, Only Lazy Ones

It's something to be happy about that all four of us in the dorm have dance partners.

They all ate two extra desserts at lunch, and then came the long wait.

Girls usually have a long time to prepare, especially since today is the long-awaited Christmas, they will definitely dress up carefully.

With nothing else to do, the boys went outside to have a snowball fight. It wasn't until it got dark that they returned to their dormitories to change into their robes and formal attire.

James's "battle suit" was so shiny that he was practically a walking light bulb. I wonder how Parvati would react to it.

Alfred wore a long tailcoat full of British gentlemanly charm, while Neville wore a relatively traditional dark green velvet robe.

Vincent was wearing the gown that Hermione had spent a long time picking out during their summer shopping trip in Milan, Italy.

The overall design is black with a double-breasted style. Gold accents adorn the shoulder ribbons and cuff patterns. The cut is sharp and the material is substantial.

"Merlin's Christmas stocking!" James's eyes widened. "Old Wen, you look so handsome in a tuxedo!"

Vincent carefully adjusted the collar of his shirt. "Really? My girlfriend bought it for me."

The three, who had just been showered with displays of affection, all looked down at their formal attire.

Report this! Someone's torturing single people here!

"Why is everyone so quiet?" Vincent walked up to the open wardrobe.

He pulled open the bottom drawer, half-squatted down, and carefully examined the various colored ties inside. "Hey, which one do you think suits me best?"

James rolled his eyes. "How would we know? Go ask your girlfriend."

Vincent casually picked out a red tie embroidered with the gold Gryffindor crest. "This one will do."

After everything was ready, the four of them left their dormitory and went to the common lounge.

It was getting late, and the boys at the round table were getting impatient.

The four of them found a corner to sit down.

"Ah Fu, Neville, aren't you going to pick up your dance partners?"

One is in Ravenclaw, and the other is in Hufflepuff.

"Later," Alfred joked. "Old Wen, you still have to go to Slytherin dorms and Beauxbatons, right?"

Vincent glanced at the time on his watch. "No rush, we still have at least two more hours to wait."

Neville was completely confused. "Why? Aren't they really looking forward to the ball?"

James sighed knowingly, "Neville, it seems you still have a lot to learn."

Listen, even in death, women love to buy clothes and dress up.

His words were unanimously agreed upon by the boys.

"So, we men need to be patient. After all, when they dress up so beautifully, it's ultimately us men who benefit."

Amid the applause, James gradually became arrogant.

At 6:30 pm, the girls finally came out one after another.

Gryffindor girls are generally quite outgoing, so it's a bit unusual to see them dressed so formally and so demurely now.

"Hey— Angelina!" Fred stood up and immediately recognized Angelina was wearing a fiery red one-shoulder gown.

She walked over quickly, and Fred quite naturally took her hand.

This scene greatly shocked George, who was sitting at the same table.

He always felt that his inseparable twin brother seemed to be drifting further and further away from him.

Fred understood what he was feeling sad about. "George, aren't you going to Hufflepuff dorms to pick up your dance partner? Let's go together."

Even the most alike twins will have subtle differences.

Compared to George, Fred seems to have a higher emotional intelligence.

Another half hour passed, and Alfred and Neville went to pick up their dance partners.

There weren't many boys left in the common lounge, and James finally got his dance partner.

Parvati looked especially beautiful today. Her exotic features were complemented by a robe made from a modified version of the traditional Indian bright pink sari. Her jet-black hair was braided with gold ribbons, and she wore a pair of Winky gold bracelets on her wrists.

She was stunned when she saw James.

Compared to his formal robes, all gold jewelry paled in comparison.

"Parvati, you are so beautiful."

"Uh... thank you."

She awkwardly placed her hand lightly on James's arm. "Shall we go downstairs?"

"OK."

Just as the walking light bulb left, Lavender, wearing a pinkish-purple strapless tutu dress, came out as well.

Her dance partner was Seamus, and she was clearly not too happy with his court-style gown, perhaps because it was too common.

After waiting a few more minutes, the door to the girls' dormitory was opened again.

It was Ginny, and Hermione came out with her.

The few remaining boys in the common room were all stunned, especially Ron, who subconsciously pinched his thigh.

"Oh—" He stared in disbelief at Ginny as she slowly walked towards him. "Ginny? You're really Ginny?"

Ginny slightly lifted the hem of her burgundy satin skirt, revealing a portion of black mesh and black chunky-heeled ankle boots.

She slowly spun around in place, her half-tied, fluffy red hair fluttering in the wind, and the gold crystal earring on her right ear reflecting a dazzling light.

Harry stood up blankly, looking at her helplessly.

"Isn't it pretty?"

"No, beautiful...no, no, no." Harry quickly explained, "I mean beautiful, Ginny, you're so beautiful."

Ron turned to look at him with a puzzled expression, then looked back at Ginny with an unusually unnatural look. "Well, what James just said does make sense. There are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women."

Ginny smiled without saying a word, which made Ron mutter under his breath.

My younger sister, whom I grew up with, suddenly became beautiful—no, it's more like I suddenly realized how beautiful she was. It's normal for her older brother to be suspicious.

"Ron, you don't need to pick up Luna, do you?"

"We agreed to meet in the Entrance Hall."

On the other side, Hermione had already taken Vincent's arm.

"So eager, huh?"

She winked playfully, "Aren't you going to pick up your other two dance partners? They'll be really angry if you're late."

Vincent stared straight into her sly eyes. "If I had arrived earlier, you would have been the one angry."

Hermione's lips curled up slightly as she looked down at the asymmetrical one-shoulder black evening gown she was wearing.

The one-sided slit in the skirt seemed to reveal a bit too much, and even though she was wearing leggings underneath, she still pulled the skirt down a little bit with her hand.

Vincent's expression darkened slightly. "I regret it. The moment you stand there, all the boys will be glued to you."

Hermione's dress is a fitted style that perfectly showcases her figure.

She pouted, "Oh, is that so? Then should I go back and change into a dress?"

Vincent sighed with a conflicted expression, "Oh well, they can only fantasize about it after watching it, they can't actually do anything to you."

"Hmm?" Hermione looked around warily.

Harry and the others had already left, leaving only the two of them in the huge common room.

"Um... what do you want to do?"

Vincent suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in to kiss her cherry-like lips.

"Are you really planning to make me dance with Phoebe?"

Hermione turned her face away shyly. "What else can I do? She's been begging me for days."

Vincent cupped her chin and turned her face back. "Don't you feel regretful?"

A little.

"Well..." He released his grip on her and snapped his fingers, and the lights in the common room immediately went out.

Immediately afterwards, soothing and pleasant music began to play.

Vincent took a step back, lightly placed his left hand on his chest, and extended his right palm upwards towards her, saying naturally, "Beautiful lady, my first dance tonight is for you."

A fleeting blush crossed Hermione's face.

She feigned modesty and gently placed her small hand on his, "Just tonight?"

Vincent scratched her palm. "A hundred years is too short. Let's do it once in a lifetime."

Hermione's sweet smile was full of happiness. "Then I'll only dance with you for the rest of my life."

Vincent looked into her eyes with utmost seriousness. "After tonight, I will only ever dance with you for the rest of my life."

The dim lighting complemented their synchronized dance steps, and gradually, the atmosphere began to heat up.