“Erm, sure.”

Ron and Parvati went off to talk. They could hear the sounds of the Yule ball in the background. As soon as they were out of sight from their dates, Parvati’s false smile dropped. She slapped Ron hard across his face.

“Ow,” Ron rubbed his cheek. “What was that for?”

“What the fuck is your problem, Weasley?” Parvati hissed.

“Oi! What did I do?”

“You listen to me, Weasley. Padma has never been on a date before. She wasn’t even going to attend the Yule Ball, until I set her up with you. She was so excited, and she spent all day preparing for it. I’ve never seen her put so much effort into hair and makeup before. You are not going to ruin this for her, you hear me?”

“But- Hermione and Krum!” Ron objected. “And my robes!”

“I don’t care about your ugly robes. And I don’t care about your stupid man-crush on Krum.”

“I don’t have a-”

Parvati slapped him again. “Shut up, Weasley. Don’t interrupt me. Now listen closely. We are going to go back there, and you’re going to ask Padma to dance. And then, you’re going to offer to accompany her for a stroll in the garden. Then, you’re going to find a nice secluded spot, and you’re going to kiss her.”

Ron’s eyes widened. “I- Wha-”

Parvati slapped Ron again. “The only thing I want to hear you say is ‘yes ma’am’, you understand?”

Ron nodded frantically.

“I said, do you understand?” Parvati said through grit teeth.

“Y-Yes ma’am.”

“Good,” Parvati smiled. “Now, let’s go back, and you can give my sister the night she deserves.”

They began walking back towards Harry and Padma, but suddenly, Parvati whirled around. “Oh, and one more thing.”

“Um… Yes?” Ron asked nervously.

Parvati gave Ron a sickeningly sweet smile. “If you do anything more than kiss her, I will fucking castrate you.” she said in a sing-song voice.

Ron gulped.

“Remember, I know where you sleep.” she said in a deceptively sweet tone. “Don’t test me, Weasley.”