"I'm going with Neville."
And Harry Potter's face went from nervous to extremely disappointed.
I'm sure mine looked about the same. Ginny Weasley was going to the Yule Ball with Neville Longbottom.
Which meant Neville was not going with me.
Having been friends with Neville since first year, you'd think that I would have been the first he'd ask to accompany him to such a big, formal event. I assumed he was going to ask me. But instead, he asked a girl who was below our year, who wouldn't have been able to attend the event if he hadn't asked. Ron Weasley's little sister, who Harry Potter definitely had a crush on.
Instead I went with Harry, looked amazing, and listened to them complain about what a terrible time they were having. I got drunk off some firewhisky Seamus Finnigan had snuck into the dance, danced with a few friends, and went to bed early and angry.
Neville didn't even ask me to dance once.
Neville and I always had each other's back, we were always there for each other, since day one.
He was supposed to ask me to that Ball, and he didn't.
And that was why my friendship with Neville Longbottom ended.