A/N thanks AGAIN to all you wonderful reviewers. Cannot thank you enough!
A/N Also, I am pretending that there is also a ball for sixth years. Yeah –well… what can I say?
Chapter 5
Amara wore a black sleeveless dress to the Yule Ball. It was a short dress, ending just above her knees. Hermione lent her a pair of her own black sandals. They had a heel, and Amara was forever worrying about falling. In addition, she wore a green shawl from her mother that accented her green eyes perfectly.
She entered the dance floor alone. Nobody had invited her, but she came anyway. Her friends were all occupied. Ron was dancing with Lavender nearby, and Harry was just whizzing Ginny away. Hermione went with her boyfriend at the time, Dean Thomas, with whom she didn't look entirely happy.
She stepped catiously.
The boy that had helped her gather her things off the floor when her bag split came up to her.
"Do you want to dance," he said, looking especially good-looking in a black pants and white shirt.
Her shyness came flooding back to her.
"I'd love to," she told him.
The boy took her away. He was an excellent dancer. So was she. They floated.
He told her his name was Draco, which Amara remembered from someplace she just coulden't recall.
They danced for ages.
For eternity.
Together.