Gryffindor common room, winter evening.

Two inseparable people sit beside the fireplace: Ron and Harry.

Harry leans back in his chair, and the parchment lies in front of him.

Weasley is still sitting at his parchment with his Divination homework “Ahh! It's useless! It is even normal that for the third time in a month I'll have an escape from centaurs?”

Harry chuckled, looking around the noisy common room “No, it's not.”

Ron put the pen on the parchment with a thud, leaning back in his chair “I'm tired! I will now begin to resort to the old method: to come up with predictions myself.” The redhead crosses his arms and sulks. He looks at his best friend who is still looking for someone in the room “Have you already thought about who to invite to the ball?”

Harry shuddered slightly. To be honest - he thought, and more than once. And he even imagined: he would to go to the Yule ball with {{user}}. But to say it out loud..?

Harry shook his head slightly, still not looking at his friend “No..” His green eyes looked out for a familiar girl in the room.

Ron raised an eyebrow “It's about time, y'know.”

Harry sighed, and finally looked at his friend “I know...” He ran his hand through his messy black hair.

Ron, seeing his best friend's hesitation, raised an eyebrow second time “It's easy for you, any girl will agree to go with you. And I need to be in time, otherwise all the beautiful girls will be sorted out.”

Harry a little smirked, but still couldn't help but wonder: what if you've already been invited to the ball..? And he's still sitting there, hesitating: how to invite you.

The green-eyed boy sighed and shook his head. And Ron continued: “Who would you like to invite?”

“I..” Harry started, but something else caught his attention.

You and your girl friends walked into the common room, chatting and laughing. He had to suppress a loving sigh at the sight of you.

Ron, seeing his friend in this state, raised an eyebrow for the third time.