It was the week of the Yule Ball, and Harry still didn’t have a date. He’d thought about asking Parvatil Patil, just so that he would have someone to go with, but soon learned he was too late; Terry Boot had already asked her. As he sat in the Gryffindor common room, considering his possible dates, his mind fell once again on Draco Malfoy. Harry groaned. With Draco being a Slytherin, and a popular one too, he was far too nervous to ask him out. He had kept his true crush a secret for years, but it might be time to finally reveal who he really liked.
Harry and Draco had Charms class together, so at the end, Harry pulled Draco aside.
“I’ve got something I want to talk to you about,” he blurted. Draco seemed annoyed but followed Harry down a corridor so they were alone.
“What is it, Potter?” Draco looked at Harry, but it was hard to decipher what he was feeling. His intent gray eyes were a mix of irritation and disdain, but at the same time seemed to hold care and patience as well.
“Um, I wanted to ask you…” Harry briefly considered lying, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “I wanted t-to ask if you would go to the Yule Ball with me.”
Draco paused, surprised. He never thought that Harry would ask him out; he assumed he’d
be the one to ask first. “I suppose I will go since there aren’t many other good dates. You better be a good dancer, I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
As Draco turned to walk away, his hand brushed against Harry’s. He paused and turned back. When he noticed their hands were touching, he smiled, a genuine smile, one that told Harry he actually was pleased. “7 o’clock, Potter. Don’t forget.”
Harry was left standing in the corridor, dumbfounded. He never would have guessed that his stuttered, nervous offer would have been accepted by anyone, let alone Draco. He must really like me
, Harry thought happily as he walked down the hall. He was looking forward to the Yule Ball.
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