Chapter 22: Dance the Night Away.

Fleur knew that her new looks would definitely get her in trouble and being the smart girl, she had immediately cast a concealing charm on herself.

People were itching to ask Micah about his transformation but none dared, looking at the disappointed figure, the crowd knew better than rub salt on such a fresh wound. The disoriented crowd soon came to order and the music started, marking the start of the evening ball.

People who were looking for a chance to dance with the French Bella were looking every nook and cranny of the hall but failed to notice her.

For the ladies who wanted to dance with Thomas, they were facing their life's greatest temptation, they wanted to approach him yet when they saw him sitting with Micah who had an aura that said, 'disturb me and I will bury you right here.'

With Thomas taking asylum under Micah and Fleur nowhere to be found, the crowd intermingled and the adults left to their own business.

"Come on Mika-bear, you are going to miss the ball. Here have a cookie and cheer up, who knows that someday you might find someone who looks just like that and then go ask her parents for her hand in marriage." Thomas tried to cheer up the downcast Micah who was sitting with a lost look on his face.

"You don't get it Tommy, you are too young to know about love, and that sight in the mirror was my first love, I fell in love with a mirage that I can never hold in my arms, it's a tragedy Tommy, it's a tragedy and yet you brat won't understand." Micah sighed heavily.

"No biggie, I have a plan to fix your tragedy want to hear?"

"Tell me!"

"It's simple, I find a woman and re-write her memories, then transmute her figure to match how I transformed you, then give her shots of love and loyalty potions keyed to you to make it seem natural then I will even throw the clothes in as the cherry on top, how's the plan?"

Thomas asked with a proud look that was asking to be praised.

Micah and Fleur who was in concealment were shocked to the point that their jaws were on the floor.

"Nice and simple right?" Thomas asked looking confused at their shocked faces.

"Tommy, where did you hear about things like this?" Micah asked in concern.

[A/N: Thomas is presented with a lack of EQ, Thomas will slowly form a moral compass as he grows through the good and bad the humanity has to offer. DON'T SUE ME ON THIS!!!!]

"Diagon alley, I am a skilled legilimens and like every legilimens, I too have a weird habit of snooping other's heads and thoughts. Though I never delve deeper than surface thoughts, it's quite an interesting hobby. I learned about a lot of things like this, try it for yourselves."

"You remember the fellow?" Fleur was the one who asked this time around.

"Yeah, the bloke's name is Boris Yaxley and he is particularly easy to notice in the crowd. That man had a tainted soul, enough to let him stand out like a crow among doves." Thomas said with a pondering look.

"You can see souls?"

"Yup, yours is a shade of soft blue and Fleur's is like an ember of flame, oh and if you don't like that plan, I have a few more for you. I hear a lot of thoughts, making me super knowledgeable, so don't worry about your tragedy, I'll fix it." Thomas said with a tap on his chest.

"Option B: You can cast a confundus at a Metamorphagus to make her believe that the look you want is his original look, then hit her with the potions or court her yourself."

"Option C: You hit a woman with an IMPERIUS and then mold her to your fitting looks and behavior."

"Option D: You sacrifice a woman and a homunculus in a ritual to get the dream girl you want."

"These are the easiest methods to fix your tragedy, choose one and I will do it for you without charging a Knut." Thomas said with a bright smile that was absolutely unfitting of the methods he spoke about.

'Does this brat have a single idea on what he is blabbering about?' Micah and Fleur thought rubbing their temples.

"Thomas did you ever mention about this to anyone else?" Micah asked.

"Nope, no one came with the problem like yours. Besides I can't bother helping people I don't care about with tedious things like this."

"Who else is in the list of people you care about?" Fleur asked.

"Nymphie, Albus, Minnie, Flitwick, uncle Sev, Poppy and Mika-bear" Thomas said counting fingers.

Fleur felt like a hammer hit her square in the chest.

Micah was smiling widely, because he knew that for people like Thomas, it was a great honor to be recognized and cared for. If they like you then they like you, if they don't they don't and the only other way is that they do not recognize your presence, you are only crowd for them.

"How come you care about this bloke and not about me?" Fleur asked, which made her regret instantly.

Thomas just looked at Micah and then they looked at Fleur who cancelled her concealment charm, their look asked her, 'are you wired correctly?'

"It's a 'boys-only' thing Delacour, you won't understand. It's like a feeling, like when you shoot an arrow and know that it's definitely going to hit." Micah said.

"She is a girl you idiot, she does not hunt, my example is better, it's just like when you pick up a new cookie and know that it's going to be good before you bite it." Thomas explained.

The trio joked around and the ball was coming to a closure.

"The ball is coming to an end; you boys want to dance?" Fleur asked.

"Take Tommy, you beautiful people go together, leave me alone with my tragic love." Micah sighed.

"Don't worry, I have a better idea, how about I dance with you in that female-Mika form?" Thomas said.

"I can't dance" The boorish Micah was blushing that was hardly discernible because of his tanned complexion.

"Nothing that I can't fix, you will dance like a champ, just brace yourself and don't make a weird expression." Thomas declared.

"Deal, but you wear something like Delacour, okay?"

"It's oriental, not that you Mika-bear will understand, but alright, I will make it even better, brace yourself Mika-bear, you are going to have the dance of your life."

"Fleur, you okay if I give the last dance to this Mika-bear?"

"Sure, so may I have this dance lord Slytherin?"

"With pleasure, my lady." Thomas shifted to his 16-year-old version and took Fleur's hand and led her to the dance floor and joined in.

They joined the dance and the duo caught the eyes of everyone, their moves were so graceful that it had charm of its own, a charm so mesmerizing that it made others unable to tear their gaze from the dancing couple.

The confident face of Thomas as he had a gentle smile on his lips was making girls faint and Fleur who just had a make-over was an absolute stunner. The pair gazed deep in each-other's eyes as their bodies moved to the rhythm of the music.

Their performance enthralled the audience, the song came to an end and Thomas ended the dance with a twirl and bow. Claps and cheers greeted them back and a smiling Thomas and a blushing Fleur left the floor hand in hand.

Thomas returned and looked at the expectant Micah, who was very impressed seeing the two dancing.

Thomas changed his form to the female-Mika version and his dress changed into a seductive black one piece, the dress had a low-neck line and no shoulders, displaying her fair shoulders with a nice bit of the creamy skin on her left leg from the cut in the dress.

The dress was perfectly hugging her perfect figure, the mouth-watering curves were on a full display. With some simple golden jewelry, she looked the definition of a beauty out of paradise, a woman who could burn hearts with desire from just a single glance of her beautiful eyes.

"Shall we go Mika-bear", Thomas said in a silken smooth voice, a voice that could be described as an angel's whisper.

"Thomas, just don't do this like ever, the women will be out for blood. Women are jealous creatures and with you looking like that, it's going to start a storm and will get you in trouble. You have no idea of how much effort it takes just to be stay in shape, and the way you do it is just plain unfair." Fleur sighed.

Thomas just smiled making even her stunned at the beauty of Thomas in this version.

Micah walked in with Thomas in hand, people were stunned and when they recovered they were busy finding out who the beauty in Micah's arm was.

The last song started and Thomas pushed their bodies together and started dancing in each other's embrace. Thomas decided to go above and beyond and his passionate dance moves were seducing every soul, no one dared look elsewhere.

Micah was just chanting, "I am straight" in repetitions as his body moves in perfect cadence with Thomas.

He looked at Micah with passion in his eyes as they brought their faces closer and danced as if their bodies were merging with one another. The poor Micah had a nosebleed and was on his last legs, he knew that Thomas had no freaking idea on how much lust he was exciting from him and the audience.

The male audience had blood dripping from their noses and a tent forming in their pants. The dance came to an end and the two bowed and apparated away.

Fleur welcomed the smiling Thomas and panting Micah, she was left without words thinking that a boy of eleven could be so sensual and so much more lady like than she was.

'Calm down girl, he is a monster. Don't compare with him, comparison breeds troubles, don't compare with those sensual dance moves. That figure was not real, no way can someone can be curvy like that, yes, this is Thomas. Don't think much, just ignore.'

Fleur was in her monologue and Micah was left panting on the barstool with a sweaty-scarlet face.

"Damn, who would have thought just a dance would be enough to defeat this bloke, I would have done this in the match and won in a breeze. Mika-bear's weakness is dance, checked. Now, you will never beat me, fufu." Thomas chuckled.

Thomas sharply hit Micah's head with a fist, with rather moderate force.

"Drag you head out of that sewer you bloke, I don't visit strip clubs or what ever you call that damned place and just stay away from there if you don't want to catch some weird disease. Yes, I got this dance style from someone else, a very beautiful blond woman who could not stop thinking while I was dancing."

Thomas warned.

"Stop reading my mind and where did you meet such a lady?" Micah barked.

"When I was dancing with Fleur, she was standing in the VIP box beside the French Minister. Here, she looks like this."

Thomas changed his form to a beautiful blond woman that looked somewhat like a bit more matured and more charming version of Fleur, and Fleur who was having a bad premonition instantly paled at the sight.

"Want to see that piece of memory?" Thomas asked.

Micah nodded and Fleur shook her head. She quickly grabbed Thomas' arm and said with the weirdest face ever, "please don't and forget that you ever saw that."

Thomas and Micah looked at her with a weird face that asked, 'what happened?'

"She-she is my mum." A blushing Fleur who was finding her shoes very interesting spoke with a meek voice.

Micah placed a hand on her shoulder and looked straight in her eyes, with a face that read 'don't mind'.

The night came to an end and the three decided to exchange letters and promised to make time to visit.