Lavender Brown sat down at the Gryffindor table, far enough away that if Ron wanted to start a conversation with her he would be required to stand up and move. Three days after their talk and he rose as expected before sulkily walking around towards her, hoping that the normal commotion would drown out his actions.
Unfortunately for him a certain Slytherin caught sight of the action and weaved a few spells that would quiet down those in the room and bring emphasis on the pair.
Ron made it to within ten feet, before realizing that the room had grown silent, save for a few giggles from younger students. A few more steps and he was able to whisper to his potential date, "Lav… come on don't do this please, this is embarrassing…"
"Then perhaps you can go back and beg Parvati or her sister to be your date… like you asked yesterday ."
Ron winced at being caught, before muttering a few choice curses and whispering once more, "Will you go to the dance with me?"
"Nuh uh uh, not like that, we talked about this Ronald. On one knee, or I am going to demand two."
The boy cursed silently, before doing as the girl demanded, and spoke a bit louder. "Lav would you…"
"Lavender Brown, and louder if you please," she easily corrected.
"Uhm… Lavender Brown," he replied, loud enough that the others could hear him. "Would you please go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"Hmmm I don't know Ronald, that doesn't quite sound like an apology to me. It sounds like you are only asking me now that you have run out of options, perhaps if you were a bit more apologetic I would consider."
The redhead gave a last-ditch glance around the room, but at this point even McGonagall had been fed up with his attitude, especially that towards women. It also did not escape her attention that he had been one of the few to not attend the dance lessons she had made mandatory.
"I am sorry for asking other girls before you Lavender, but if you go with me then I will…"
"Then I promise ."
"Then I promise," he repeated, "that my attention will only be on you. Please forgive me."
The female gave a few moments pause to think it over, making the boy sweat and earning more than a few chuckles and snickers from the other students. "Very well Ronald Weasley, I accept and will accompany you to the Ball. But I will hold you to your promise, I expect your attention focused on me for the evening."
"Y-yeah! Of course!"
"Good, and you will be taking dance lessons, because I will not be embarrassed again."
The sulk returned as the boy grunted out a confirmation.
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It was the morning of the Yule Ball, and instead of getting ready, putting on makeup, and styling her hair with her mother and sister Fleur Delacour found herself sitting in a small study that her father had setup in their private carriage.
"I assume you will be preparing for the dance soon?"
The French Witch was half tempted to draw her Wand and just Curse her father into a coma but resisted the urge to do so… barely . "I will be doing so as soon as I have a free moment."
He frowned at her tone, before shifting the conversation to what he had originally planned, "I understand that the Yule Ball will continue until ten?"
She nodded in confirmation.
"Then I won't expect you back until ten tomorrow morning."
Fleur blinked in confusion, what in the world was he talking about? Seeing this, her father went on to explain, "It is very simple, you invited him to the dance did you not? Then it is your duty to provide entertainment for him. I expect you to do this in the fashion in which Veela are best at." He sneered, earning a growl from the girl as well. She had planned on trying to seduce the boy regardless, but to have her own father tell her to do so was more than a little infuriating.
"Offer yourself to the boy, let him use you in any way he desires, ensnarehim so that he falls in love with you… or at least your body."
"And if I do not!? "
Anger flashed across the man's face, and for a moment Fleur swore he would strike her. What followed next, however, was far worse, the man's raged expression shifted into one of dark hatred instead. "Do not forget that I have two daughters, and one of you will be betrothed or bartered by the time I leave England. If you do not offer yourself to the boy then I am sure your darling sister can be convinced to wear a very revealing outfit for him instead."
The Witch gritted her teeth as tears began to form in her eyes at the not-so-subtle threat.
"I have already hinted to him that both of you are up for sale. I plan on making the official offer before the end of the tournament, so do try and keep yourself alive hm? After all, without you who is to stop your date from taking what will be his from Gabrielle?"
"Y-you… monster! "
The man scoffed before turning his attention down to the papers on his desk, "Your opinion does not matter anymore… and to be honest it never really did. Now go and prepare for the dance and remember your sister's precious innocence depends on your ability to seduce a fourteen-year-old."
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