24 December 1994
Couples danced around to the weird sisters, smiling, some snogging.
"Hi Harry!" Ginny smiled at Harry. Harry gave a weak smile back. Ginny looked as if she'd cry.
"You look great, Hermione," Neville smiled at Hermione, who was dancing with Viktor Krum. She spun around, ignoring him. Neville took Ginny's hand.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked, blushing.
"Sure," she sighed, gazing at Harry. They moved in a slow waltz, and every time it came to the twirl, Ginny's hair flared out, catching lots of boys' attentions. But not Harry's, the only boy she wanted to impress.
Neville found himself stepping on her feet, no matter how hard he tried not to, and she would often wince. Soon Neville decided to sit down.
"Look, there's my brother, the prat," Ginny laughed. Neville gave a forced laugh.
"Look at them," He pointed in the direction of Harry and Hermione.
"Lucky ones," Ginny sighed. She gave a weak smile at Neville.
"Lucky ones," He muttered, wishing for once he was popular.