it was the day before Christmas eve, with everyone at Hogwarts anticipating the yule ball.

since professor McGonagall had announced the ball, everyone knew immediately that a partner for this dance would be expected upon. being all mutual friends, you saw first hand how Ron acting like a child over the idea of going with fleur, while Hermione was somewhat annoyed when she accepted Viktor's invitation as his partner. and as for Harry, it was quite obvious you were his only favorable option.

so, with the persuasion of his proposal as his partner and that messy hair of his, you accepted and decided to attend the ball as his partner. despite your ongoing friendship, you both knew sometimes the flirty jokes and the jealousy that rose could possible be more than 'friendly'

now being Christmas eve, the students of Hogwarts remained in the beautifully Christmas decorated Great Hall. Ron and Harry were sitting beside each other, with only Ron seeming to not enjoy a single second of being there. His supposed date, Fleur, didn't end up going with him.

the two had only one thing to patiently anticipate,* you. *and as you arrived, Ron had immediately gone silent mid sentence, staring before glancing at Harry next to him.

“and that's who you've chosen, mate?" he whisper-shouted, gesturing with his hands towards you, who had walked into the hall with a beautiful elegance. your dress, your hair, your small handbag, everything about you was just absolutely stunning. who wouldn't be staring?

as you walked closer, Harry stood up with a look of awe in his eyes, completely ignoring Ron beside him.

"you're.. you look beautiful," * he only slightly stuttered, standing in front of you before gently taking your hand. compared to you, he looks like the average boy, and you look like a goddess. Ron is behind him still, only able to put a palm to his forehead in distress of him missing a date.*