Summary- Harry had to go to the Yule ball which meant he needed a date and Cho said no. There was no one else to ask and no one he wanted to go with except that's what he thought.
The yule ball was coming up just around the corner and Harry must be the only one without a dance. At least it felt that way. He had gotten turned down twice already and he was losing motivation to even go to the dance. What made the stupid thing important anyways?
The day was over and Harry was walking into the common room Ron followed behind him. âI asked choâ He admitted a little sheepishly. He hadnât wanted to tell Ron she turned him down but he was his best friend after all. He told him everything.
Ron looked at him curiously. The frown disappearing from his face. âWhatâd she say?â he asked a little impatiently. Finding a partner for the dance wasnât an easy thing for him either. He had even tried to ask Hermione. But she already found a date.
Harry fell forward onto the couch at the question. âYou know what iâm just not goingâ He said decidedly. His voice was slightly muffled from between the cushions. Ron rolled his eyes at his friend. That must mean she said no.âYou have toâ he said as he shoved Harry's feet over so he could sit down.
âThere isnât anyone left to go with and I'd just have a bad time anyways' ' he answered through the mouth full that was the couch. Ron frowned, his eyebrows pinching together. He wouldnât want Harry to be miserable and no matter what he said he still had to attend the dance. âIâll go with youâ He said through a shrug.
Harry rolled over so he was on his back legs still in Ronâs lap. He gave him a look. Eyebrows curiously. âYou know we're gonna have to dance, right?â he asked. Ron only rolled his eyes. âYea so?â he said in confusion.
'`Do you know how to?'' He asked, switching the subject. âOf course I do, '' Ron answered a little defensively. Then a sly smirk replaced the confusion on his face.
âUm yeaâ he said then he smiled sheepishly. "Not really Iâve never had tooâ He admitted as he scooted up so his back was to the arm rest. The area tensed and Ronâs once relaxed demeanor was ruined. Harry looked at him confused. Any time he mentioned the Dursleyâs Ron suddenly shifted.
So he changed the conversation. âBut are you sure?â He asked.
Harry shifted a little feeling sheepish. Fidgeting with his fingers he finally put the words together. âItâs just what if someone says something about itâ He asked. Ronâs eyebrows pinched together in either confusion or just at the thought. âI donât care what anybody thinks,â he exclaimed. Harry looked up at him in surprise.
âPlus I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't want toâ He said, shrugging his shoulders. Harry slumped back down a dry look overtaking his face. âAlright you ruined itâ he remarked sarcastically. Ron only rolled his eyes at his friend.
âDo you wanna practice sometime?â Ron suggested looking away and at the fire. Suddenly seeming sheepish. âYou know so you donât make a fool of yourselfâ he added in a light tone he said turning to look back at harry.
Harry only shoved him with his leg causing a sound to emit from Ron and him to double over. âYou gitâ He mumbled but a smile was on his face. âYea thatâd be greatâ He finally bit out. Itâs not like he wanted to embarrass himself.
The next day just as the two planned they waited until everyone was asleep in their bed, everyone except the head boy and girl who were strolling the halls. Doing patrols and trying to catch students like them out of their beds at night.
âHow do we-?â Harry asked sheepishly. He didnât know where to put his hands or where to step. Ron only smiled amusingly and stepped forwards grabbing his hands and directing them to where they needed to go. A hand on his shoulder and a hand on his waist.
Harry followed Ronâs lead looking down at their feets until Ron made him look back up. Then he began focusing on Ronâs face. The way his eyes were narrowed and lips pursued. He was so into dancing. Like he could feel it. âYou're really good at thisâ He complimented.
Ron broke away from the trance in a small jump and he looked down at harry. The shock disappeared and he nodded. âI only know how to because of my mumâ He answered easily, moving them both so he was walking to the right and pulling harry along.
âShe taught us allâ He said softer than before.
âLike a tradition?â Harry asked curious. Ron only hummed as he tugged Harry in and out chorusing back and forth like he was dancing to music. Really, who knew Ron was such a ballroom dancer?
It was finally the day of the yule ball. People were inside the room, students and professors. They were all waiting in anticipation.
But first the Triwizard champions and their dateâs had to walk out. Harry peeked forward, the door was still shut and everyone was talking to their partner. He turned back to Ron and the boy looked as nervous as he could be.
âAre you sure you wanna go with me?â he asked, pulling at the clothing on his shoulders a grimace present on his face. Harry laughed and grabbed Ronâs arm pulling him closer so they were side by side now. âDonât back out on me nowâ He murmured humorously.
The door opened and the couple in front of the line began walking out. Ron was the first to lock arms with him. Despite his attempt to pull him closer before. âHere we go,â Harry mumbled as a sinking feeling settled in his stomach.
It was their turn. They each took in a breath and began walking out. People watched but people watched everyone walk out. There were a few looks down at their locked arms. But the biggest reaction was when Harry tripped on his own two feet and almost took them both down.
Not only did the champions of the competition have to walk in, they had to do a dance. Really Harry wished he knew how his name was thrown in the goblet of fire. Just so he could have a talk with them or maybe fight them. It was always another thing every year he almost thought this year was going to be peaceful.
The pair moved beautifully on the dance floor. Even better than the first time they danced. Harry remembered where to put his hands and this time he didnât trip or step onto Ron's feet. Well maybe he stepped on his feet once or twice. But that was progress.
The first face to greet them off the dance floor was Hermione standing behind her was Krum. She smiled and her eyes brightened up when she saw them. They were already off the floor, a tired haze surrounding them. Really they were probably one of the other coupleâs that were better than them.
âThat was great guyâsâ She exclaimed excitedly, practically gushing.
But before the conversation could go too far someone made their way to them. Seamus himself and his date are nowhere to be seen. âThat was funny you two,â Seamus said. Harry looked between them in confusion. âWhat?â he asked, checking to see if he missed something.
He looked at hermione with a laugh still on his lips. âDid you know they were gonna do this?â he asked. Hermione shrugged her shoulders shaking her head no. âDo what?â Harry asked dryly, tired of this guessing game.
Seamus looked at him than Ron like he was the crazy one. âGo togetherâ He said but more like a question. Like he might be stepping into something he shouldnât.
Harry went to open his mouth but Ron just chuckled, bumping his shoulder into Harry. âI know rightâ Harry looked away from Seamus and at Ron in shock but soon a frown replaced the expression.
Hermione grabbed his wrist and tugged him to her. He looked away and at her in shock. âAre yaâll leaving?â Ron asked, moving like he was going to follow them.
Hermione answered for her friend giggling and tossing Harryâs wrist still in her clutch. âYea weâre gonna go get some punchâ She said before turning around and walking the right way. From behind Ron looked at the two for a moment with an unreadable expression on his face before turning back to Seamus.
The night lasted long. Harry ended up staying with either Hermione and Krum or Ginny and Neville. He tried to avoid Ron the rest of the night before finally he decided to go to bed.
He had been laying in bed for about thirty minutes when the door opened. He didnât even need to look up to know who it was. He waited in bated breaths as Ron changed his clothes and got into his bed. He tried to go to sleep but he couldnât not before he asked the question.
âIt wasnât a joke, was it?â A quiet voice asked almost too quiet for Ron to hear.
But he still heard it. Ron rolled over so he was staring at Harry. His back was to him and he was facing the window. He had thought he was asleep when he came in. But he mustâve been wrong. âWhat? What do you mean?â He asked, sounding clueless.
Harry let out a small sigh and almost told him to forget it that it didnât matter. But he licked his lip and suckered through. âWhen we were talking to Seamus,â He continued. Ronâs eyes widened and he almost had the mind to throw the covers off himself and walk over there himself.âWhat? Noâ He exclaimed louder than necessary.
âThen why did you come with me?â he pressed.
Ron rolled onto his back hands under his head so his eyes traveled to the ceiling. Harry almost thought he wasnât going to reply. That he was ignoring him now. âBecause I didn't like the thought of you being sad and alone at the dance,â he admitted softly.
Harry released a breath in shock and he rolled over so he was facing Ron.âThen why did you agree with Seamusâ he asked lower. Feeling a little silly over the whole thing. Why did it matter any ways?
âBecause I was worried,â he admitted. He licked his lip and powered through. Trying to conjure up all the courage he could. â-it felt like you only went with me because i was your last optionâ He admitted. It was dumb to be worried over that. He offered to go because Harry didnât have a date.
Harry hummed a small noise. What he was about to say, what he was about to admit would change everything. He opened his mouth with hesitance crossing his eyes but he kept speaking. âIf you had asked me earlier I would have said yes' ' Ron's eyes widened at that and a breath caught in his throat.
Harry let out a yawn blinking and water pricking at the corners. He scrubbed them both with his sleeve and turned over pulling his cover with him. âGood night Ron,â He whispered. âGood night Harryâ Ron whispered back before he rolled over and fell asleep himself. The small whispers exchanging between each other were over.
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