You heard a knock on the door. You turned around. Hermione looked at you.

'Your date is here.' She smiled.

You looked at your dress one more time. Neville asked you to the yule ball. You couldn't believe it at first. You first thought he'd ask someone else.. like Ginny. Hermione opened the door.

'Have fun you two.' She smirked before walking away.

When Hermione was gone Neville took a look at you. He thought you were absolutely gorgeous. Hermione did your hair and you were wearing a dress in your favourite colour. You blushed and looked at the ground.

You weren't very confident and a little shy. Before the yule ball you already had difficulties talking to Neville seeing that you liked him so much. That why you were so surprised when he asked you.

'You look.. amazing..' He said.

That made you blush even more and you had no idea how to react. Neville walked towards you and offered you his hand. You looked up and grabbed his hand slowly.

'Ready?' He asked you.

You nodded and you walked with him downstairs.

'Are you excited?' He asked you.

'Yeah.. You?' You asked him softly.

'Of course!' He smiled.

You walked into the common room. You held on the Neville. You never felt really comfortable in big crowds. Neville noticed and smiled comforting at you. You took a deep breath and walked with him. Everyone was dressed so nicely. They were all smiling and talking with their dates.

'Come on! The dance will start soon.'

You walked with Neville towards the dancefloor. You looked around and stayed close to him. You were happy to be here. It was an amazing night.

'I love this.' You smiled.

'Same. The great hall looks amazing.' Neville smiled. 'Like you.'

You blushed and smiled shyly. The door then opened and the champions came in. You applauded as they past and took place in the centre.

The music started playing and they started dancing. You watched the scene. Harry was a bit awkward.. everyone else could dance better then him. You loved dancing. You just didn't dare to.

Neville tapped you on your shoulder. You looked at him and he offered you his hand.

'Come on. Let's dance.' He smiled.

'What?' You asked him. 'In front of all these people?'

'Yes! Please?'

You looked at the centre.

'I-I can't.' You said while nervously looking at he floor.

Neville grabbed your chin and pulled your head up, forcing you to look at him.

'It's okay. I'll be dancing with you. I know you love dancing.. I asked Hermione.. please just try it.'

You sighed and grabbed his hand. You couldn't believe you let him convince you. He pulled you on to the dancefloor. He placed his hand on your waist and held your hand with the other.

You started dancing. You tried to keep your eyes on him. You were nervous, but kept going. Neville followed the dance everyone was doing. He spun you around and lifted you up.

'Did you practice?' You asked him when he put you down.

'Me? Y-yeah a little..'

'Really?' You smiled.

'Yeah.. I wanted to impress you.'

The music stopped after he said that. You hugged him. Neville was surprised at first but hugged you back.

'That's so sweet.. Thank you.' You smield before letting him go.

'Of course.' Neville blushed.

Everyone gathered at the stage. Neville took your hand. He made sure you two weren't in the middle of the crowd so you'd feel more comfortable.

You slowly started dancing. Not to wild though. Everyone was enjoying and so were you. You loved hanging out with Neville. You couldn't have a sweeter and better date. He got that you weren't always too comfortable in crowds. But he made you feel comfortable.. Like you wanted to be there.

Neville started noticing that as well. He saw a side of you he didn't see that often. Before he knew it you were dancing like no body was watching.

Neville smiled and started joining in. You smiled too and after a few songs you two took a small break.

'You got moves.' Neville laughed.

'Sometimes.' You giggled.

He took you to the table with drinks and snacks. He handed you a drink and you took a sip.

'I'm so happy that I'm here with you.' You smiled.

Neville looked up from the table and smiled. He picked up his drink before facing you.

'Really? Are you sure you wouldn't want to be with Harry right now?' He asked you.

'What? No way.' You sighed. 'Too much. He's too famous.. to much attention.'

'Haven't heard that before.' Neville said.

He took a sip from his drink and so did you. You couldn't help but ask him something.

'What do you? Haven't heard that before?' You asked him.

'Everyone thinks he's awesome. Everyone wants to be with Harry because he's the chosen one, he's amazing.' Neville said.

That was pretty sad to hear. Maybe he felt like he didn't stand a chance with anyone. Which wasn't true. Neville was amazing in his own way. Clumsy, but that made him cute.. a star in herbolgy, always great to have a guy who has a passion.. He was also a little shy.. Like you.

'You're amazing in your own way. Everyone liked Harry so much but they hardly know him. It's all about personality you know.'

You took another long sip of your drink before putting your cup down.

'Really?' He asked you.

You smiled and nodded.

'I mean.. you're the only person who can make me feel comfortable at a place like this. Even Hermione can't.'

'That's great to hear.' Neville smiled. 'You're a amazing girl. You deserve someone who makes you happy with yourself.'

'It's not that I'm not happy with myself.' You said. 'I'm not happy with the people around me. Judging me.'

'I'm sure they don't. As I said you're amazing.'

'Then why is there only one person who gives me the feeling that I don't have to be scared around people? Seriously. If you weren't here I would have died.'

Neville laughed.

'You wouldn't have died.'

'Yeah I would have. I probably wouldn't have showed up. So thank you.'

Neville blushed.

'No problem.'

You hugged him and Neville hugged you back. You stood there for a moment before you let him go. You were still close to Neville. His eyes looked into yours. Neville couldn't hold back and he pressed his lips against yours shortly.

He almost pulled back immediately. He didn't want you to feel too uncomfrotable. You shot red when you looked at him.

'I'm sorry I-'

'No.. don't apologise.' You smiled.