"You haven't asked him yet?" Tucker let out a laugh, taking note of Danny's furious blushing. "I mean, you two are literally dating and you still haven't asked him the Dance?"

"I know!" Danny was paying no attention to the frog he was supposed to be transforming, and was now burning his face in his hands, wand askew in his fingers. "It's just- Everytime I get the courage I realize he's doing something adorable or he isn't in the same room or we're in the middle of lunch or-"

Danny slumped down in his seat, beet red. "Arghh!"

Tucker snickered, but patted his best friend's back sympathetically. "This is why you don't date cute people, Danny. They give you the weirdest feelings. It's like an emotional rollercoaster, man."

"Like you'll know anything about dating. You only kissed a girl once, and that was back in First Year."

Tucker stuck out his tongue. "I've had more than a fair share of crushes to know the feelin'! And for the record, it was our Second Year when I kissed Hannah."

"Ignoring your lack of kisses," Danny sat up, still faintly red. "The dance is this Saturday. Even Harry has a date, and I actually have a boyfriend!"

"Wait, Harry has a date? Who is it?" Tucker said a little too loudly, drawing the attention of Professor McGonagall.

"Less talking, boys. The private life of another student is irrelevant to Transfiguring your frog into a potato." McGonagall scolded.

The boys ducked their heads in embarrassment and pretended to concentrate on their frogs.

{~}

"So who is he going with?" Tucker whispered to Danny in History of Magic.

"You're never going to believe this, but Ron Weasley." Danny hissed, scratching down Professor Binn's notes. He liked Professor Binn and always tried to get a decent grade in his class.

"Seriously? Dammit!"

Danny cast a sideways look at his best friend. "Something wrong?"

Tucker rubbed his forehead with his forefinger and thumb. "Yeah! I was gonna ask him out!"

"Wait wait wait, hold up. Can we talk about this after class?" Danny muttered. "Binn's is lookin' at us."

"Yeah, sure."

{~}

"You never told me you liked Wesely! Why didn't you ask him sooner?"

"Because I didn't figure he was into guys!" Tucker huffed.

"Even I didn't know you were into guys. What the heck, man?"

"I've known for a while," Tucker glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "I've liked guys and girls and that cute nonbinary person in Ravenclaw. I don't even know anymore, man!" Tucker swung his arm to rest his chin in and knocked a book off the library table. "Ow!"

"Aw, Tuck." Danny grabbed Tucker's waist and gave him a hug. "It's totally alright, dude! I think you're pansexual."

"Alrighty so I'm pan. This doesn't solve the fact that I don't have a fuckening date to the goddamned dance." Tucker grumbled.

"Y'know," Danny thought. "I was talking to Neville earlier today, and he got turned down by Ginny because she's going with Lovegood. Why don't you ask him?"

"He is a cutie," Tucker admitted. "And it wouldn't hurt to go to the dance with him. But I'm pretty sure he's straight as a muggle stripper pole."

"Did you seen him around Harry in our third year? He definitely fancied him for a while." Danny whispered.

"Speaking of our third year," Tucker grinned mischievously. "Someone needs to ask his boyfriend-since-third-year to the dance already."

Now it was Danny's turn to bury his face in his hands. "He's just so damn cute, okay! Just-" Danny made some sort of wild hand gesture and let out a frustrated growl. "Arghh!"

"Just go up and ask him already you lovebird! It's not like he's gonna say no."

"That is not what I'm worried about Tuck and you know it."

Tucker's lips pressed together and eyebrows crinkled. "What if you just ask him casually? Ask him what color of a tie he's wearing to the dance so you too could match."

Danny raised his eyebrows. "That's actually a good idea."

"And if you can actually ask your boyfriend to the dance, I'll ask Neville. If not, you owe me at least one of those spiderman comics you hide under your bed."

"You aren't supposed to know about those!" Danny mock gasped, shoving Tucker lightly in the ribs.

Their giggles and playful shoving echoed in the near empty library.