Alyssa headed over to the Gryffindor Common Room Area. From across the room she could make out Neville in stop sign red dress robes and cringed. Then she thought of all the premature babies and cancer patients she will be helping once she won the galleons.
"Hello," she said politely to Neville when she reached his side. She extended her arm for the walk down to the Great Hall.
"W-wow, you look r-r-really nice tonight" Neville complemented her, stuttering.
"Thanks," she said, "You too." Then they came into the Great Hall. It was decorated in magnificent Christmas decorations, Hanukkah decorations and even Kwanzaa decorations to incorporate all religions.
A live band was playing; it was the Black Eyed Peas on their London tour. The song, "Don't Phunk With My Heart" blasted out of the surround sound speakers.
"I've never heard of these guys before," Alyssa said, making small talk.
"I have, my grandma listens to them twenty four seven," Neville told her "Her new thing is American bands"
"Cool," said Alyssa. She spotted her friends over by the punch and gave Chris a greedy, money hungry look. He winced when he saw who she was with and patted his pocket. But Alyssa knew she wouldn't get the money until the dance was over. She might as well have fun in the meantime.
"Want to dance?" she asked Neville as the Peas began to play a slow song.
"Ummmm yeah." Neville agreed and they started dancing, Neville stepping on Alyssa's feet every two seconds.
"Okay, enough dancing now, aye?" Alyssa said, mostly to her bruised up feet. Neville headed to get them both some punch and Alyssa stayed where she was on the dance floor. She spotted Chris a few feet away and walked over to him.
"Haha," she said. "You owe me 50 galleons," Chris looked away.
"I know," he said, "I bet you won't kiss that kid! Double or nothing…" Double or nothing? Alyssa thought to herself. That is a lot of money, one hundred galleons. She figured she could pull it off, maybe a quick kiss on the cheek or something.
"I'll do it!" she exclaimed and they shook on it.
"Yeah," said Chris, "But the kiss has to be on the lips, no sissy stuff."
"On the lips?" Alyssa exclaimed wearily. But she still figured she could do it. Especially for that much money. She went to find Neville. He was over by the punch bowl, sloppily spilling it all over the place. She took her glass.
"Hey," she whispered close to his ear. "How about we go somewhere more….private?" Neville started to sweat a lot. He slowly nodded his head up and down up and down.
"Ok-kkay" he said. "Yeah." And he followed the girl of his dreams outside. They sat down on a little gardening bench and started sipping their punch. Alyssa spit hers out.
"Ew," she said. "This tastes gross, don't you think?" but Neville didn't seem to notice. She scootched in a little closer and strategically planned her "attack."
"Close your eyes." She commanded Neville suddenly. Neville obeyed. She puckered up her lips and Neville did the same. She tried to move closer but her lips wouldn't let her. She couldn't imagine why this was so hard for her. She had kissed so many guys before, some good kissers, some bad. But none had been this hard for her. She moved in closer, so close that pretty soon her hair was touching Neville's face. She soon overcame her problem and went all the way in.