Dragons speak Parseltongue too, you know

Harry befriends the dragon in the first task, and this makes all the difference. Watch as Harry rebels against the ministry, forms a bond with a dragon the likes of which hasn't been seen in centuries, and goes up against Voldemort! And he might just fall in love along the way... some Dumbles bashing, temporarily bad Ron, and Harry/Hermione/Luna for the pairing!

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17. Dance Lessons and Things

Suddenly, Viktor stopped what he was doing. "Herm-own-ninny?"

"Yes?"

"Vill you go to the ball vith me?"

"I-Wh-What?" Hermione spluttered in shock. She regained her composure as quickly as she could, and asked a question of her own. "Wh-what do you mean by that, Viktor?"

Viktor furrowed his brow in thought. "I am meaning that I am alvays being surrounded by the, ah, fangirls, and I am being required to haff a dance partner."

Hermione sighed inwardly in relief. "So, you want to go as friends then?"

Viktor nodded. "Yes, that is what I am meaning. I am having, ah, a girlfriend back at Durmstrang. Natasha vas turning 17 on November 2, so she is just barely not being here for the Tournament."

Hermione smiled at him. It was good to know that the Bulgarian had someone back home, plus, it could have turned really awkward if he had meant it romantically, seeing as Hermione was beginning to suspect that she had a crush on someone else. She banished those thoughts from her mind and focussed on the topic at hand. "I would love to be your dance partner for the evening."

Viktor slumped back in his chair in relief. "Thank you! I am not knowing vhat I vould be doing if you vere saying no."

Hermione laughed at him. "You would have been fine, I promise. We'd have helped you to find someone who wouldn't just ogle you all evening." She grinned evilly. "So, what color dress robes are you wearing?"

In the meantime, Harry and Luna were having some rather, er, interesting dance lessons. At the beginning, Harry and Luna had been struggling to muffle their laughter at Ron having to dance with McGonagall, but when the time had come for them to dance, the light mood dissipated immediately. Harry had been so nervous that, even while staring at his feet and counting under his breath, he managed to step on Luna's toes multiple times. Eventually, with some help from Luna, Harry managed to start to get the hang of it.

"Harry." Luna said softly.

Harry didn't look up from his feet. "Yeah?" He muttered.

"You're supposed to look at your partner when you dance. I'm up here."

Harry glanced up at her. "Sorry, I just really don't want to mess up again."

"Don't worry, you're doing fine. Just relax, look at me, and let the music take you away to another place. Personally, I like to imagine that I'm skipping around in a flowery meadow with a crumple horned snorkack or twelve to start with. Then, once I'm relaxed, it's not so hard."

Harry thought about this for a moment. Where would he be happiest? The first thing that came to mind was what he had seen in the Mirror of Erised. He frowned; that wasn't quite right, something was... missing. He mentally added Hermione and Luna to the image, and moved everyone to the Hogwarts Great Hall. Perfect. He imagined them all talking and laughing, and everybody welcoming each other with open arms. When he opened his eyes, Luna was smiling at him, and he realized that he was still dancing, quite well actually.

"Luna, that was brilliant! Where on earth did you learn that trick?"

Luna grinned mischievously. "I just made it up on the spot."

Harry gaped at her. "You're kidding!"

"Nope. I figured that something like that would help to relax you, and when you're relaxed, Harry, you tend to do things much more smoothly."

Harry threw his head back and laughed. "Never change, Luna, never change!"

Draco huffed as he closed his books. Doing all of his homework had done nothing to distract him. He still couldn't stop thinking about what the letter his father had sent him meant.

Dear Draco,

While your attempt to incarcerate Potter was inspired, you must learn to think these things through. I have lost much standing in the Ministry due to the display at Hogwarts, so listen to me well. You are not to antagonize Harry Potter. Leave him alone, do not pick fights, and ignore him. I have done some research regarding the known Draconus Amicae, and their power has always been great, both magically and politically. The best thing that you can hope to do is keep your head down and make connections that will help us to ride out the future waves that these events will surely cause.

Your mother sends her love, and remember what I said in all your future interactions with Potter.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy

He had informed Crabbe and Goyle that their services as his bodyguards was no longer needed. After all, they were of no use to him now, and they had been ordered by their fathers to antagonize Potter as much as possible in case of the event that the Dark Lord came back. Pansy had been ordered the same, so he had informed her that they were no longer associating and would need a new figurehead for the Potter 'scheme'.

Draco actually wasn't all that upset about finally being able to rid himself of them, all they did was fawn over him in hopes of forging political connections in the future. No, the real reason he was so torn was that his entire life in Slytherin had changed. He was now firmly neutral, so he had to be more careful about the affiliations of those he called his allies than ever before. It could get quite exhausting to have to be so careful all the time. On the other hand, it could be immensely rewarding. This could be his chance to restore the Malfoy name to its previous illustriousness! He smirked, never let it be said that a Malfoy had shrunk from a challenge.

Ron scowled as he stomped up the stairs into the dorm. Stupid dance lessons. Stupid McGonagall. Stupid twins for making him go. Why hadn't Harry come to- "Ouch!" He yelped as a sudden burst of pain ripped through his head. He sat down on his bed heavily. What had he been thinking about? He couldn't quite remember. His brain felt all fuzzy, like he couldn't concentrate. What was going on? Another pain went through his skull. "Ack!" He shouted. His head was pounding as though someone were hitting him with a baseball bat. He laid down on his bed with a groan until the pain faded away. He frowned as his mind cleared slightly; the pains were getting more frequent. Ever since the end of second year, he had been getting really weird migraines. What was it that Madame Pomphrey had told him when he asked about it? Oh yeah, Dumbledore! He was supposed to go to Dumbledore every time the pains got really intense. He got up and started to make his way to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore would sort it out, he always did.

Neville was minding his own business and reading the herbology book that Professor Moody had given him, when, all of a sudden, Ron came stomping in. Neville watched in fascination over the top of his eyes as his dorm mate stomped in, proceeded to yell ouch, sit down, look visibly confused, yell ack, and then run off. 'I wonder what's up with him.' Neville thought. He shrugged and turned back to his book. Who was he to judge?

He hummed to himself under his breath as he turned a page. The book was so thick that, even after almost a month of reading, he was still not even halfway done with the Gs. His breath caught in his throat as he read the next entry.

Gillyweed, also known as Respirare sub aqua, is a magical plant that grows in both salt and freshwater. It is closely related to seaweed, and generally looks, smells, tastes, and feels extraordinarily similar to it. It is primarily used to aid in breathing underwater, as consuming it has the effect of allowing the person who ate it to grow gills, webbed hands and feet, and a greenish tinge to the skin. Gillyweed is commonly found in temperate climates, such as...

Neville slammed the book shut, slammed it in his bag, and ran.

Harry and Luna had just met up with Hermione and Viktor in the library when Neville came running in like a crazy person. "Harry!" He gasped as he hit their table, using it to help him stop. "I- found- book- plant." He gasped out between breaths.

"Neville, calm down! What's the matter?" Hermione asked as everyone else looked on in stunned silence.

"I found it! It's Gill- er," He paused as he noticed the audience that they were receiving. "Er, maybe I should tell you somewhere more, um, private."

"Okay?" Harry said, though it came out as more of a question.

Neville started to blush profusely. "Well, er, I guess I'll-I'll just tell you what I found in the d-dorm later." He mumbled as he started to turn away.

"Where are you going?" Luna's voice rang out curiously.

"Er, back to the dorm, I guess." Neville said nervously.

"Stay."

"Wh-what?"

"Stay here. You already came all the way down here, and you have your books in your bag, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Surely we're not that bad company?" Harry said, catching on to what Luna was doing.

"Well, no, but-"

"Come on. Ve do not bite- Vell, not very hard, that is." Viktor chimed in with a grin.

Neville looked stunned that Viktor was even talking to him. "Umm, well, okay." Neville said awkwardly as he sat down in the open chair next to Hermione. He opened his book bag and began to silently work on his Potions Essay while the others continued talking freely.

This continued for five minutes before Hermione turned to Neville. "So Neville, who are you going with to the Yule Ball?"

"Wh-what?"

"I asked who you were going with to the Yule Ball."

"I, well, I- I asked Ginny Weasley and she said yes." He mumbled, glancing at Harry as though he were afraid of something.

"That's great Neville!" Harry enthused, not bothered in the slightest by the looks that Neville was giving him.

"You- you aren't mad?" He asked the other boy timidly.

"Not at all- why would I be mad?"

"Well, y-you and Ron aren't talking, so I thought that maybe..."

"Don't be silly, Neville. I try not to judge people based on things that their family did. I'd be a bloody hypocrite if I did that."

"Thank goodness! I was really scared of telling you that." Neville started to relax... until he realized what Harry had said. "What do you mean? Your parents were amazing."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, my parents were the best, but my aunt, uncle, and cousin are a whole other story. They're petty brown nosers, who are blatantly prejudiced against witches and wizards, homosexuals, people who aren't caucasian and British, and poor people. They absolutely hate anything that doesn't fit in their version of normal."

Both Neville and Viktor's eyes widened at this. "Then how did you turn out so well?" Neville asked incredulously.

Harry laughed a humorlessly. "They hate me, so they tried to have as little to do with me as possible, so it didn't influence me that much. And I spent most of my time in the library, so I learned a lot about being a decent human being from books."

After Harry shared that information, Neville finally started to relax into the group. He didn't break out of his shell entirely, but it was a good start. Hermione and Luna smiled at each other knowingly. Once again, Harry was helping someone without even knowing that he was doing it. That was just who he was.

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