It was the night of the Yule Ball at Hogwarts. Harry had gone with Parvati as his date, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you all night. The colour of your dress, the way it fit on you, and the way your hair was done was calling to him like a siren song.

Parvati ends up dancing with someone else, while Harry sits with Ron at an empty table. After many teasing comments and nudges from Ron, Harry decides to finally shoot his shot. He walks over to where you’re standing with a goblet of water, and he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Would you like to dance?”