"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri Wizard tournament since it's inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well manner frivolity. As representatives of the whole school, I expect each and everyone of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally. The Yule Ball is first and foremost, a dance."

Giggles and shrieks escaped the mouths of girls while most of the boys groaned with annoyance.

"Silence! The house of Godric Gryffindor commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I won't have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like babbling, bumbling, band of baboons!"

Felicity's eyes drifted towards Fred and George, mumbling. She soon reverted her eyes back to Professor McGonnagall.

"To dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight."

Everyone watched her eyes trace to the source of giggles.

Ronald Weasley.

While watching him she continued, "Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley?"

"Yes?"

"Will you join me please?"

Giggles ensued as he trudged towards his Professor.

"Now put your hand on my waist." she instructed.

"Where?" Ron asked in bewilderment.

"On my waist." she repeated.

Felicity couldn't help herself but to wolf whistle.

Most of the boys laughed while others watching in pity.

"Mr. Filch, if you please?" she continued, "Now everybody on your feet!"

All the girls stood up instantly, but not a single boy had the courage to be done as told.

Except one.

Neville Longbottom.

"Everybody partner up!"

Every girl batted her eyes, waiting for a boy to pick themselves.

Felicity was the first to move.

She held her hand out, "it would be a honor for you to dance with me." She bowed, waiting for his reply.

Tyler Collins nodded his head, taking her hand and moving out towards the dance floor.

"Come on now! Everybody up." Professor McGonnagall insisted.

Every single hand was taken, intertwined with someone else, whether they knew them or not.

Everyone stared in envy of Tyler and Felicity. They were brilliant dancers.

Harry watched in jealousy. Jealousy? No, no, no. Harry wasn't jealous. No, not at all. He didn't care, right?

"Class dismissed!"

Everyone let out shrieks of joy.

"Oh my goodness, yeah! Hey, I'll see you later." Felicity said.

"Bye," he replied.

"Bye." she responded for jogging up to Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

"It was mortifying, mortifying I tell you!" Ron exclaimed, going over the recent events that had just taken place.

"It wasn't that bad Ron." Felicity tried.

"Yeah it was mortifying." he said.

"You exaggerate too much." Hermione interrupted.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." he said, dropping the subject.

Tensions started to arise.

"So who was that you were dancing with?" Hermione inquired.

Harry said a silent amen, for it was the question he had been wondering the entire time.

"His name's Tyler Collins. We're just dance partners." Felicity answered.

"Just dance partners?" she dug.

"'Mione, he's not going to ask me to the dance, he has a girlfriend." Felicity laughed.

Her and Tyler? A joke.

"I don't know there seemed to be some chemistry." Ron bombarded, pushing the subject down Felicity's throat.

She didn't mind though.

"Fine we dated for a bit. Wait, no we didn't. We just made out a couple of times. Nothing big." she said.

A pang of hurt hit Harry's stomach.

But he still didn't like her like that, right?

"Oh." Hermione commented, didn't see that one coming.

"I'm super excited for this ball though, what about you guys?" Felicity asked, changing the subject.

None of them answered.