[10:29pm]
“Forward, right- that’s my foot.” You winced as Ron took a step back to apologize. “No no it’s alright, you almost got it!”
“I’m sorry, just nervous.” His voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his head.
“How come? The Yule Ball will be fun, have you gotten a date yet?”
You. Hopefully. He thought to himself. “Not yet, have to figure out how to ask them first.”
He wondered if you knew it was you he was talking about when you smiled at him and motioned for him to step forward.
The two of you had been practicing for nearly two hours now. Ever since the announcement of the Yule Ball and dance lessons starting immediately, Ron had somehow managed to still mess up—even if he had McGonagall to teach him.
“You don’t have to be nervous, I’m sure whoever you want to ask will say yes.” You said as you adjusted his hands to hold your waist while the other was clasped in yours. “Relax a bit, just follow me. It’s just us.”
One step forward. One to the right. Take a step back. One step forward. One to the right. Take a step back.
“You’re a natural! Whoever you ask would be an idiot to not say yes to you.” Your words caused his cheeks to flush a deep red but he hoped that somehow, despite the fact that you had been looking at him the whole time, that you wouldn’t notice the reaction you got from him.
He wondered if you’d ever notice it was you. It’s always been you, and he’d want it no other way. Regardless of whether you’re oblivious to the fact or not.
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