One Dance Together, a Fragrant Beauty / The Night Is Long, but Sleep Won't Come

Two normal pairs of male and female dance partners, one pair of adults with a girl, and finally two girls embracing each other... such a combination of four pairs inevitably gives people a strange feeling.

However, the band members thought it was cool. Lead guitarist Corey Duke gave Hermione and Luna Lovegood a thumbs-up before lightly gliding his fingertips across the guitar strings.

A melancholic, slow melody began to play softly, and four groups of Champion, with light steps, began to dance gracefully in the brightly lit dance floor.

"They're all so beautiful..." Gabrielle exclaimed softly from the side, "Not just my sister~"

"Indeed." Harry nodded in agreement; the four groups of Champion today were indeed all quite remarkable.

The pairing of Sirius and Phoebe is a given; the handsome man and beautiful woman working together make them undoubtedly the focus of attention at the event.

However, the other groups weren't bad either. Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley were both top beauties in the academy, and Cedric Diggory and Viktor Krum, who were beside them, were also quite good, except that Viktor Krum's steps were a little uncoordinated.

As for the last pair, Hermione and Luna Lovegood, that can only be described as unexpected.

In ballroom dancing like this at a ball, the steps for men and women are naturally different, and Hermione and Luna Lovegood are currently changing identities to the rhythm of the music!

In the previous section of the music, Hermione had her arm around Luna Lovegood's waist, looking like a capable businesswoman, dancing domineeringly with her secretary.

But in the next section, their identities completely change. Hermione seems to have become a gentle and dignified princess, frolicking happily with a quirky elf girl.

The music continued for a while, and then others also entered the dance floor, making the once spacious Great Hall suddenly crowded.

Dumbledore took Professor McGonagall's hand and they began to waltz. Even while dancing, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but glare resentfully at Harry, clearly complaining that he had turned what should have been a ball into a chaotic, public square dance party.

Hagrid also took big, careful steps, and with great difficulty squeezed into the dance floor with Olympe Maxime, embracing each other as they danced freely to the music.

Will and Astoria Greengrass, who had already exchanged dance partners, found a relatively secluded corner. The boy was awkwardly holding the girl's waist with his hands, while his feet were moving stiffly.

As for Colin, well, that guy wasn't even there to dance.

He was busy taking pictures with his camera, completely forgetting about going to find George to exchange his dance partner...

On the contrary, his younger brother Dennis was currently having a great time spinning around with a seventh-grade girl by the hand.

"This little guy's got some skills," Harry thought, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Gabrielle, would you like to go dancing?" Harry asked with concern, noticing the little girl sitting there.

"Hmm... never mind." Gabrielle shook her head. "I just wanted to join in the fun, and besides, I don't know how to dance this kind of dance."

"What dance can you do?" Since she didn't want to go, Harry simply chatted with her and could also enjoy Hermione and Luna Lovegood's dance moves.

"I've studied a little ballet, and I can even do back handsprings!" Gabrielle said proudly with a smile. "I can do more than a dozen in a row!"

"Wow, that's really impressive," Harry exclaimed with a smile. "You're not dancing, you're doing gymnastics! You should try it at the sports meet. I heard the judges there really favor the athletes; you can even win if your foot goes out of bounds!"

The band's organ played its last trembling note, bringing the Weird Sisters' first dance to an abrupt end, and the Great Hall erupted in another round of enthusiastic applause.

After the song ended, people left the dance floor one by one. Only a few particularly reluctant couples would remain on the dance floor when there was no accompaniment... such as Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang, and Hagrid and Olympe Maxime.

Sirius and Phoebe were also among them. Although Sirius wanted it to end there, Fleur was far from satisfied.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get some drinks." On the other side, Viktor Krum, in the spirit of a gentleman, left to get the drinks, but his dance partner did not wait in place as he said, but rushed off in Harry's direction immediately.

Now is the break between two pieces of music, and if you want to change dance partners, now is the only time.

However, someone else was clearly a step ahead of her.

"Here, I'm returning her to you." As soon as the music ended, Luna Lovegood left the dance floor with Hermione and went straight to Harry, handing Hermione's hand to Harry.

"I see..." Harry chuckled and stood up. "Although the procedure is a bit off, Miss Granger ...would you like to dance with me?"

"Okay, sure~" Hermione smiled sweetly and stepped onto the dance floor hand in hand with Harry.

Meanwhile, the person who was rushing towards them could only stand frozen in place, watching the two Granger leave together with resentment.

"The timing was quite precise."

The elfin-like girl glanced indifferently in someone's direction, her eyes completely calm, as if everything was under her control.

Chapter 664 A Dance Together, Perfume Beauty

The night's dance continued, and the Weird Sisters began playing a different piece of music, much more upbeat than before.

Naturally, those who remained on the dance floor danced even more enthusiastically. For example, Fred and his partner Angelina Johnson moved quite wildly, causing the people around them to give way.

Even when Harry was walking past with Hermione in a circle, he almost got hit by Fred's swung hand.

"They're dancing really enthusiastically..." Hermione was being led by Harry, spinning lightly with him on the dance floor, her thoughts gradually becoming a little hazy.

"Miss Granger, all the groundwork... was laid for this moment, wasn't it?"

"Ah?"

Harry's gentle voice rang in her ears, and Hermione was startled for a moment. When she looked up, she found him staring intently at her.

His eyes seemed to hold countless unspoken words, constantly trying to pry open Hermione's heart and confide in her directly.

The sentence that truly trembled her heart was... He completely understood everything she had prepared for tonight.

"Although Luna Lovegood was given the opening dance, you are still mine, and no one can take you away from me!"

The rhythm of the notes suddenly intensified, and Harry pulled Hermione into his arms, their bodies instantly becoming completely intertwined.

"And with Luna Lovegood covering for you, you don't have to worry about anyone else coming to me to be your dance partner... right?"

"No, that's not true~"

Hermione's hands had unconsciously wrapped around Harry's neck, but she was still stubbornly denying her true feelings.

"It's not 'your,' it's 'your dance partner,' please don't omit the key words, okay?"

"I don't see any difference... I don't want to dance like this with anyone but you right now!"

The rhythm shifted, Harry pulled Hermione down abruptly, bending her back almost parallel to the ground, while he leaned forward, meeting Hermione's gaze as she tilted her head back.

Harry tightened his grip on Hermione's waist and pulled Hermione back into his arms. They were now completely embracing, their noses almost touching.

"Is there some surprise tonight?" Suddenly, Harry's nostrils twitched slightly. "I smell perfume!"

"Would you like to guess?" Hermione asked with a mischievous smile as Harry helped her around. "What brand of perfume did I wear?"

"Miss Granger, you're making me want to use Legilimency!"

Harry's voice unconsciously became hoarse, and his hands gradually lost their initial gentlemanly demeanor.

A ball at midnight, the close embrace and rhythmic movements of bodies are enough to easily cause a surge of hormones, especially since he was holding Hermione in his arms.

Although they had known each other since they were ten years old, Harry still hadn't been able to fully appreciate her beauty. Every unintentional glance between them would make his heart flutter.

Although they established their relationship at the age of twelve and it progressed rapidly afterward, Harry has never felt any waning of passion; it remains as intense as it was at the beginning.

Hermione seemed to possess such magic; she was like a treasure trove, always drawing Harry in. And to Harry, she was like the most potent Love Potion, absolutely alluring, with no antidote whatsoever.

If Harry had to describe it, he could only say it was a complete, unalterable, and utterly infused experience, permeating his very being, his very blood, and even his magic...

"It's... Morphine perfume." Hermione whispered in Harry's ear as they embraced, completely absorbed in the moment.

Her voice trembled noticeably, as did her body, which kept rubbing against Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, immediately remembered the huge billboard under the subway station near his home.

Fortunately, he possessed an almost photographic memory, which allowed him to recall exactly where he had seen Hermione's perfume before.

Going a step further, he even recalled the advertising slogan for that ambient fragrance...

"So... Miss Granger is also planning to perform a little magic for your man tonight?"

Harry's tone became somewhat flirtatious, and he breathed a warm breath into Hermione's ear, causing the girl's face to flush crimson from her earlobe to her neck.

She gently nudged Harry's chest, said nothing, and simply nodded almost imperceptibly.

This dance should end!

Harry received Hermione's signal almost instantly; in fact, he would have been truly foolish if he hadn't.

Everything was for tonight... the night after the ball.

She pushed Harry away beforehand, and even danced the opening dance with Luna Lovegood, because Hermione was not satisfied with just dancing one dance with Harry!

She needed Harry to be completely focused, to have his heart and eyes solely on her on this Christmas Eve, and not to allow him to worry about Luna Lovegood or anyone else... So, she took the initiative to arrange everything for Harry.

Sirius is currently being harassed by Phoebe, while Luna Lovegood is playing with Gabrielle.

As for the one trying to steal her dance partner during the break... she should go deal with that gloomy Durmstrang Champion.

Furthermore, she wouldn't allow Harry to pick her and Luna Lovegood up from the common room beforehand, because that would give Harry advance notice of her plans, and the evening would no longer be a surprise.

Now, everything in the "Genius Girl" plan has come to fruition, and Harry has fully understood her arrangements... and her expectations.

A dance together, perfumed beauties, and in the end, only the magic of the night remains...

He began to spun Hermione around in his arms, all the way from the center of the dance floor to the edge, and then left the Great Hall with her without looking back.

All the chaos and noise behind him, all the commotion on the dance floor, were irrelevant to him.

At this moment, all that matters to them is each other.

They hurried down the corridor, their steps quickening until finally Harry swept Hermione into his arms and, relying on the Unicorn's power to propel himself up the stairs.

At that moment, Harry even regretted not being able to transform into a phoenix so he could Apparition through this damned school!

Hermione, nestled in his arms, was the same. Her girlish reserve lasted only until Harry ran across the Seventh Floor corridor. The moment they entered the alchemy laboratory, she buried her head in Harry's neck, and at the same time, one hand slipped through her increasingly disheveled sergeant's uniform and warmly caressed Harry's chest...

Snap~

They made their way through the Vanishing Cabinet back to their home. With his last ounce of consciousness, Harry slammed the door shut, and then he and Hermione collapsed onto their bed.

"Wait... wait a minute!"

The girl, who was panting heavily, suddenly managed to stop the boy's aggressive advances. She rummaged around in her dress for a while and finally pulled out a small glass bottle.

After that, in addition to perfume, the air was filled with the scent of Ageing Potion.

But just as Harry was about to lean closer, the girl raised her hand to cover his lips, and at the same time poured the entire potion into her own mouth.

Looking into her bright eyes, even in the dim light, Harry understood everything.

So he gently kissed the girl's lips, and in the same way he had done years before, they drank together...

The magic of the night~

Chapter 665 The Long Night, Sleepless

Before the Yule Ball, Harry thought he would be the only one who couldn't sleep that night, but it turned out that Hermione was the same.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the day they officially became a couple on Valentine's Day in their second year of high school.

It was a quiet night, before the subsequent stories of tailoring clothes by hand, exploring the purpose of small buck teeth, and measuring the temperature of men's and women's blankets in winter...

But tonight is completely different.

To be honest, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at, Harry had been looking forward to this day all along.

Even on many nights when emotions had reached their peak, he tried to entice the girls to do something outrageous... but without exception, he was rejected every time.

Perhaps it's due to the more direct nature of Western women, or perhaps it's because she and Harry have always been family and know each other very well. In any case, Hermione isn't the shy or passive character typically portrayed in novels.

She always had her own ideas and plans, which is why tonight's surprise happened.

She proved with her actions that in this relationship, she and Harry were always equals... a two-way commitment, evenly matched.

Everything tonight spiraled out of control the moment Harry caught a whiff of the perfume.

And it wasn't just that magical, alluring scent; Harry also tasted real, fresh lips.

As a medical professional in his previous life, Harry always thought that lip gloss was just a chemical overload.

But at this moment, he truly understood the pleasure that Master Bao enjoyed eating rouge, and he completely forgot about all those things like lead, mercury, nitrogen, phosphorus, zinc, iron, and tin.

Not only is it soft and chewy with a lingering fragrance, but you can also chase and play with it while licking it, making the two little snakes very happy.

As their play and exploration deepened, the two gradually became unable to extricate themselves, and their breathing in the quiet night became increasingly clear.

Hermione's eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly, just like her heartbeat, each thud pounding against her tight chest, eager for maximum release.

Harry promptly came to Hermione's aid, freeing her from the restraints on her heart.