The Yule Ball Alternate Scene/Blooper
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
Those still meandering around the common room were startled to hear the usually quiet girl's voice ring out from the dorms. They only had a moment to wonder what Harry was protesting, when they heard her yell again.
"ACCIO QUIDDITCH BOOTS! PROTEGO!"
Loud bangs and crashes resounded before the girl in question ran into view, clutching boots in one hand and wand in the other. Her green eyes were wild as she searched the room, slipping her wand into her wrist holster.
Her eyes finally landed on Fred and she darted to him, grabbing him by the wrist with her newly freed hand. She dragged him with her, with a careless call over her shoulder, "Gotta run! See you later!"
It was as the portrait swung back into place that everyone realized that no one got a good look at how Potter had dressed.
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Being dragged along behind his girlfriend was fine with him. It gave him the time to drink in the vision that Harry made. Honestly, Fred would run wherever she wanted him to, as long as it was with her.
After a few twists and turns through the corridors, his dark haired beauty stopped at a bench. She was slightly winded as she sat heavily on the unforgiving stone, grimacing as she looked at her boots.
"Oh, sod it all! I forgot to prep them for casual wear." He took the few moments of her grumbling and fumbling to catch his own breath. (Though it was difficult the longer his gaze lingered on Harry.) "Now, where can... Oh. That's right. Dobby!"
The pop of house elf magic drew Fred's eye to the space in front of Harry, very surprised to find the elf that she had described to him and his brothers two years before. Though it seemed to get a uniform upgrade in the form of a soft yellow tunic.
"Mistress Harriet calls for Dobby?" the elf asked in the squeaky voice that most elves have. Intrigued, the redhead watched, not yet willing to interrupt. Harry smiled softly, drawing his gaze to her lips, belatedly realizing that it had a sheen to it.
"I do. Dobby, can you be a dear and put this with the rest of my Quidditch gear, please?" Fred had to admit that the dark dragonhide boots looked a lot better without the bulk of the padding buckled onto them. Dobby nodded his head, eagerly.
"Of course, Mistress! Anythings else Dobby can dos for yous, Mistress?" Harry smiled and shook her head fondly at the house elf.
"No, that'll be all. Thank you, Dobby." With a bow and a snap of his fingers, the elf and padding disappeared. With a hum of satisfaction, Harry turned back to her boots, only to curse at the bottom of her feet.
"Of course running on exposed stone would cause it to tear." Muttering curses, the fourteen year old flicked out her wand. She firmly cast, "Repairo," and watched her stockings knit back together.
After watching her holster the wand and start to shove the boots on her feet, Fred decided to speak up.
"My, my, Miss Potter. Was that the same elf that was endangering you two years ago, as your personal house elf? Whilst at school?" He shot her a cheeky look when Harry looked up from her task of tightening the laces. "Colour me impressed with your blatant disregard of the rules."
With an equally cheeky look, she volleyed back, "You won't tell on me, Mister Weasley, will you? I'm... sure I can think of some way to make up for your silence."
He knew it was said in jest and neither were ready for that kind of thing yet, but Merlin did it send a bolt of heat through him. He could feel the heat rising on his face, but was distracted by the rising colour on Harry's face. Embarrassed, they both huffed a laugh.
"Anyway... You mind helping me with my other boot? Might go faster with four hands instead of two?"