Harry opened his mouth, indeed, this was something Vivi would do.
He didn't plan to delve into what magic spell Vivi used, as long as it wouldn't harm his good friends, and Harry was sure Vivi would know not to cross that line.
"I received your gift," Harry said, "I quite like it—the robe fits perfectly... and there are quite a few Ancient Magic Spells on it. I think I better not wear it when you're angry..."
Upon being exposed, Vivi's cheeks turned red.
She did tweak the robe a bit, but it wasn't intentional, she just did it subconsciously.
It was just a reflex.
"I just saw that portrait of yours in Gryffindor—it should be Lady Pang, right?" Vivi started to change the subject, "Her portrait was scattered with a bunch of liquor-filled chocolate boxes, and her face was flushed red, she was probably drunk..."
"That's just how she is, you'll get used to it." Harry turned over and got out of bed. He didn't have the habit of sleeping naked, but he did wear pajamas.
As soon as he took off his pajamas, he found Vivi already pressed against his broad chest.
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"Wanna do it here?" Vivi whispered in his ear, "I think now's a good time... my office is under Kathy's watch, and we have no chance of getting back there, how about we do it here? What do you think?"
Harry's breathing became heavier; he had to admit this suggestion hit him right in the spot.
"Isn't this bad?" He was still a bit reserved, thinking someone could come back at any moment, so he said, "What if someone suddenly comes back? What if we get caught red-handed by the professors..."
"They won't," Vivi said, casting a ball of Ancient Magic Energy, completely sealing the dormitory door. "Unless someone trying to enter the dorm has the same ancient magic heritage as us, there's no way to find the door to get in here... Okay, time is precious, shall we begin?"
Harry felt a chill on his legs as his pants were pulled down in an instant.
"This..." Harry was still a bit hesitant.
But hesitant as he might be, when it came to instinct, Harry had it down pat.
...
A little past four, Vivi left Harry's dorm, satisfied.
A short while later, Ron and Seamus, along with a few others, returned to the dorm together.
"What a blast." Ron said with a grin, "I hit George with a bunch of snowballs, look at his face, gosh, it was fantastic, wasn't it?"
"Wouldn't it be great if we could throw snowballs at those two every day?" Neville said excitedly, "I've always been the one getting pranked; today I finally got my fill—should thank Harry for teaching us the magic spell."
At that, Neville beckoned to Harry: "Harry, you're awake... wait, what's this smell?"
"Oh, nothing," Harry diverted the topic, "you guys had a snowball fight?"
"Yeah," Neville sniffed, "how does it smell so good? Did you put on perfume, Harry?"
"Oh, my dance partner just stopped by." Harry said truthfully, "Snuck into the dorm, hope you guys don't mind?"
Mind?
The only person who could directly break into the Gryffindor dorm would be that terrifying transfer student, the lady with the surname Grindelwald.
Absolutely couldn't mind!
"It's fine," Seamus quickly said, "we don't mind... but the ball starts in three hours, and there won't be anything to eat until then. Do you guys have anything to snack on? I'm a bit hungry from the snowball fight all day."
"I have," Ron pulled out the Christmas gift his mom sent him from under the bed, "she sent me some meat pies, sandwiches, and sausages. If you want, I can share some."
"Gimme, gimme." Seamus moved closer, "They look delicious—if you don't mind us sharing the love from your mom, that is."
"Why would I?" Ron laughed, "My mom would be so happy if she knew you all liked her food—here, this piece for you, and have some sausage... I think I should use a magic spell to heat these pies, what do you guys think? They don't taste as good when they're cold."
Harry was a bit hungry too, he had overexerted himself a bit, and as a professional Quidditch athlete, his physique could keep up, but since it was exercise, there was an energy drain.
The energy he used had to be replenished with food.
Their group gathered around the dorm room's fireplace, roasting pies and sausages while chatting and laughing.
Around seven, the boys in the dorm changed into their respective robes, each looking a bit uneasy, except for Harry, of course.
Fortunately, Ron's robe wasn't the frilly one Mrs. Weasley had prepared earlier, but a style he picked himself.
Honestly, the lads in this dorm looked quite dashing.
The common room looked peculiar, the people's usual black robes swapped for colorful ones.
"Harry, Harry?"
Calling him was Colin Creevey, pointing a camera at Harry: "Smile, would you? Give us a smile—haven't seen your dance partner. Harry? Who is she? Slytherin's Miss Malfoy? Or is it Hufflepuff's Miss Swedding? Isn't Miss Grindelwald unable to make it this year?"
Harry thought, Miss Grindelwald unable to make it? She just dashed off with billions from Gryffindor...
"I have a dance partner." He gave a reserved smile, "You'll find out who she is when the ball officially starts."
"Who is it?" Ron whispered beside him.
"Take a guess?" Harry countered.
"Miss Grindelwald?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, that's right." Harry nodded since she indeed was his dance partner.
"I knew it was her," Ron laughed, "See, I know you so well... I know she's your favorite girl."
After spending some time in the common room, everyone filed out, heading to the Great Hall for the Christmas ball.
This was their first time attending such a ball; some were very excited, whispering and chattering with classmates along the way, unable to stop.
And Ron... Ron was absent-minded, intent on finding out where his dance partner was.
He asked around a few times, got the answer that Hermione wasn't there.
Just as Harry climbed out of the portrait hole, he ran into Fred, who winked playfully at him.
The hall was crowded with students, bustling about, waiting for eight o'clock when the Great Hall doors would open. Some were rushing around to find partners from other houses, scanning the crowd.
When Harry reached the entrance hall, Fleur Delacour approached.
She wore a silver-grey satin gown, stunningly beautiful, accompanied by Ravenclaw College's Quidditch Team captain Roger Davies.
Roger Davies wore a smug look, his expression clearly saying—look how gorgeous my dance partner is.
As they passed Harry, Roger gave a taunting smile to his old Quidditch match rival.
"He's provoking you," Ron muttered, "This Davies... just because he paired up with that Enchantress woman, look at him showing off, as if he's dating Miss Delacour."
Harry was distracted, standing on tiptoe, trying to spot his three dance partners.
What kind of outfits did these three girls have?
Harry was quite looking forward to it...