Zizi Honey
After finishing their sandwiches and pumpkin juice, the two began practicing their dance steps.
Now, Harry can consciously keep his eyes on Queenie's eyes while dancing. The familiar dance steps have created muscle memory for him, and he can coordinate perfectly with Queenie without looking at their feet anymore. Every step he takes and every spin is flawless. But staring into Queenie's eyes for a long time... Harry looked away shyly, but he didn't make it too obvious. He focused his attention on Queenie's brow, trying not to recall her honey-colored eyes that were as intoxicating as honey.
Speaking of which, he could mail-order some Honey Duke candies for Queenie, right? Of course, not the kind of candies with special effects like Bubble Gum or Chocolate Frog.
Harry continued thinking along these lines. What else could he give Queenie as a gift without revealing the wizarding world? Besides food? Oh right, Lockhart's novels! To Muggles, they're just fantasy novels, aren't they? To be honest, his books are indeed very well written, and he happens to have a signed copy that he hasn't even opened yet.
“Harry…”
Oh no, he couldn't keep thinking about Queenie. He needed to clear his mind to learn Occlumency, but honestly, resisting Queenie was sometimes harder than resisting Voldemort... Wait, why is Queenie frowning? Did he step on her while daydreaming?
"Harry!"
Harry stopped abruptly, "I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry? Then tell me why."
"Well……"
Queenie raised an eyebrow, but Harry saw no anger in her eyes. He apologized again in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Queenie sighed. "I was asking you about your suit, Harry. Do you have a formal suit?"
Harry thought for a moment, “Yes.” He was referring to his outfit on the day of the hearing, which Sirius had generously sponsored.
"The one you wore at the library earlier?" Queenie had obviously thought of it too. Wearing it as a dress wasn't out of the question; at least it was a formal suit. "Well, there's no rule that a man can't wear the same suit twice, is there?"
"..." Is there such a rule? Sirius also has a suit he wore as a groomsman at his parents' wedding, but it's too flashy and obviously inappropriate for a hearing, though it would be fine for a ball. He originally planned to wear that one. But thinking about it carefully, Queenie bought a new dress specifically for the ball, and if he wore a modified version of Sirius's old dress... it doesn't seem quite right, even though Queenie doesn't know that.
"Have you got your tie ready? Want me to go pick one out with you?" Queenie pulled him along and they started dancing again to the music.
“No need!” Harry, who had a deep understanding of Queenie’s shopping prowess, decisively refused. His escape from headquarters seemed simple and smooth, but in reality, he was always very careful and didn’t have any extra time to go shopping. He could go alone and solve all the problems in five minutes.
“I mean, I’m all set.” Harry smiled. He’d be going to Kingston to buy a suit in a bit. He’d choose a black one, just making sure the tie matched Queenie’s dress.
"Really? That's good." Queenie blinked. "So why were you spacing out earlier? What were you thinking about?"
"..." Harry stumbled.
"Um?"
"Thinking of honeydew..."
"What?" she had to say, it sounded a bit of a tongue twister.
"It's a honey-flavored candy, it's delicious, I'll bring some for you to try next time."
Oh, so that tongue-twisting phrase is the name of this candy. "I've never heard of this candy before. Did you bring it back from another country?"
"Hmm, more or less."
Queenie asked again, "But why would you suddenly think of candy when you're dancing with me?"
Harry mumbled, "Your eyes..."
"Um?"
"Your eyes are the same color as honey, so I..."
"Oh—you like it?"
“…!” What the heck—
“I mean, you really like—” she deliberately drew out the words, watching Harry gradually become flushed during the pause, and finally mercifully uttered the second half of the sentence, “Sizzling honey?”
Harry's wildly beating heart was firmly held down. "Mmm, mmm... I like it..."
"Really? Then I think I'll like it too."
Queenie's voice stopped along with the music, and Harry instinctively put his arm around her waist, striking the finishing pose of the dance. He seemed to see his own flushed face reflected in her smiling eyes. Queenie can be a little naughty sometimes, can't she? But he couldn't get angry.
Harry carried a large bag up to his room on the third floor of 12 Grimmauld Place, which contained the ball gown he had bought in ten minutes. The extra few minutes were because the shop assistant insisted on ironing it for him.
Just as the Polyjuice Potion reached its effect, Ron transformed back into his original form. "Cool Harry! You've unlocked the skill of climbing with one hand? What are you holding?"
The clothes were a bit heavy, and Harry's arms were red from the pressure. He put down the empty water bottle and suit bag, and swung his arms to relax. "The clothes I'll be wearing to the ball."
Ron curiously took out the clothes and touched the fabric. "Feels nice. Don't Muggles wear formal robes?"
“Of course not,” Hermione chimed in. “It’s not cheap.”
“It’s quite a hassle.” Harry took a swig of lemon juice from the table. “Shirt, armband, collar clip, cufflinks, belt… I didn’t know men’s suits could be more complicated than women’s attire. I just had the shop assistant put together a complete set.”
Ron took all the clothes out of the bag, and the single bed was immediately covered with them. "You're going to wear so many clothes to dance with Queenie? In August? Be careful you don't faint from the heat!"
"I think there will be air conditioning in the auditorium."
"Air conditioning?" Ron encountered a new word and looked at Hermione.
Hermione gave him an explanation that he could quickly understand: "You can think of it as a cold air blower that keeps casting freezing spells."
"Cool!" Sometimes he felt that Muggles also possessed some kind of magic, and their endless inventions were amazing.
"Wait, Harry, where are you going?"
Harry's hand was already on the doorknob. "I wanted to ask Mrs. Weasley to ask Mr. Weasley to bring me two packets of sizzling honey candy after get off work."
The sudden mention of honeydew, combined with the fact that he had taken a jug of pumpkin juice with him today, made Hermione realize without asking that he was probably planning to give it to Queenie. She took a breath and said, "Don't rush, at least wait until the effects of the aging potion wear off."
“Uh, I forgot.” Harry said his third apology of the day, “I’m sorry…”
"No need to apologize, assuming you can learn Apparition and Occlumency as soon as possible."
Ron put Harry's clothes back in their place and packed them away. "Don't be so harsh, Hermione. It hasn't been that long. We're not like you. If you ask me, we'd be lucky if we could move two feet safely before school starts."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "That's entirely because you weren't paying enough attention and focusing. You know—"
"Yes, yes, I know. I know you can Apparate from the third floor to the second floor, but you are the smartest girl in all of Gryffindor, while Harry and I are just two stupid boys who need the smartest girl to help them with their homework."
Ron always found a way to extinguish Hermione's anger, and Harry suppressed a laugh, "Prefect Granger, I'll practice with Prefect Weasley properly."
The word "prefect" reminded Hermione, and she gave Ron the instruction, "You have to live up to the title of prefect and learn Apparition before school starts."
Ron, "..."
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