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Harry hated the suit he was wearing.
The Yule Ball was just a pointless festivity that would kill Harry where the dragons had failed.
Harry wished he hadn't attended, but had to.
From McGonnagal's nostril.
"Nervous?" Neville smiled at him as Ginny waited beside him, and Harry grimaced. "I'd rather take care of the dragon right now."
"I'll tell my less handsome twin." Fred announced, smiling at the pair of boys. "Neville, don't hurt Ginny or I'll have to kill you. Harry, you picked the wrong twin."
"Angelina would have had my corpse if I had thought of going with you." Harry answered seriously.
Fred laughed, before winking and making room for George.
The younger twin looked at Harry blushing. "You're beautiful."
"You are also very well." Harry answered, embarrassed.
"We want to go?" George asked, extending his arm.
"No, please, just kill me." Harry begged and Neville laughed as the two walked out.
"It will be funny." George smiled.
Looking at George, Harry could very well believe him.