The moment I stepped into the Yule Ball, I swear the world stopped spinning. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by a glittering sea of students dressed in their finest, but none of them caught my attention. My eyes were locked on Harry.

He looked... perfect. His hair, slightly messy as always, but neatly styled for the night. The emerald green of his dress robes seemed to bring out the color of his eyes, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. He smiled when he saw me, that crooked grin that always made my heart skip a beat.

"You look amazing," he said, his voice full of awe.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I offered him a grin. "You're not so bad yourself, Potter."

He chuckled softly, taking my hand in his. "I was hoping you'd say that."

His grip was warm, and the way he looked at me made everything else disappear. I’d always known Harry had a certain... magic about him. But tonight, standing here with him at the Yule Ball, I realized it wasn’t just his name that had everyone in awe. It was him. His kindness, his warmth, his ability to make the world feel brighter just by being in it.

"Shall we dance?" Harry asked, his eyes never leaving mine.