Sat in the vast hall of the Hogwarts library on a Thursday night, Harry has been contemplating on asking Romilda Vane to the yule ball. He was that desperate, but he shook off the thought as she has been creeping him out by smirking and staring him up and down for the past half hour.

First, Cho Chang is going with someone else, And suddenly Hermione is with that quidditch champion guy, who is gonna go with him now?

He was the youngest player in the tri-wizard championship, he has to own up to his name, could he? The yule ball is in 2 days, even Neville had a date.

This is until the the smell of Jasmine flowers mixed with fresh wood passed by him, he looked up and he saw you. You were friends up until the second year, before growing apart.

Okay, yes, perfect. He somewhat knows you, its worth a shot.

He stood up as you grabbed a book. "Do-you-have-a-date?" He scrambled so quickly you only raised your brow in return.

"For the yule ball? Do you have a date?" He finally corrects himself after an excruciating silence, you were out of his league, but he didn't care about that at this point.