SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS CASTLE. THE GREAT HALL.

"Hi Harry," Padma and Parvati Patil walked by with linked arms and Harry nodded back. Hermione was sitting next to y/n who had her head resting against her arms pressed against the wooden table, not exactly hungry for breakfast, and decided to get a bit more sleep instead of eating.

Her heart was still broken, even after a week, she believed at this point she'd be over that stupid ginger who broke up with her but yet she was still sulking as he sat with Angelina Johnson not giving a crap for what she felt.

She opened her eyes and watched Harry spill his drink when trying to smile to Cho Chang, forgetting the pumpkin juice sitting in his mouth. Y/n rolled her eyes, shoving her face into her arms.

"Look at this!" Hermione huffed, slamming the prophet against the table, it alarmed Ron from his breakfast, Harry who was cleaning himself up and y/n lifted her head and slouched to the prophet, watching the photo move continuously repeat Harry and Hermione hugging in a heart shaped frame, text all around the two wrote: "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report is none other than Bulgarian bonbon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potters taking the latest emotional blow," Hermione announced, looking up to the boys and y/n who lazily shook her hands, like jazz hands.

"What, no way!" She spoke sarcastically, slamming her head into her arms again.

"Parcel for you Mr. Weasley," a first year strawberry blonde boy walked to the four teenagers spot. A cardboard box passed into Rons hands.

"Aw, thanks Nigel," he told him, the boy didn't leave, he stood and stared at Harry, smiling as if he'd won a trophy. Hermione cleared her throat, y/n looked up with questionable brows. "Not now, Nigel, go on," he bothered the first year as he huffed leaving the teens alone.

"Care to explain?" Y/n mumbled loudly for Ron to hear.

"I told him I'd get Harry's autograph," he huffed, y/n lazily lifted her hand to hold her head against her wrist. "Oh look mum sent me something!" He announced, almost ripping the box apart like it was Christmas Day.

It was a long dress coat but looked as if it's been through some rough years, it had red frills that had lost its brightness and turned into a bleak orange ran from the top of the collar, down to the bottom of his chest plate and around the collar, his face immediately turned upwards.

"Mum sent me a dress," he said, Harry chuckled.

"Well it does match your eyes, is there a bonnet?" He asked, searching the box and raised a waistcoat placing it against Rons chest. "Aha!" He announced, both Hermione and Ron chuckled but y/n only raised a small smile.

"Pull those down, Harry," Ron shoved his hand and headed to Ginnys spot, she was talking to a dirty blonde girl, who seemed to be in ravenclaw. "Ginny, these must be for you," he said, the dress coat still up against him.

"I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly," Ginny announced, looking at the dress coat up and down, Ron furrowed his brows and turned back to his friends, students giggling across the Great Hall.

"What are you on about?" He asked his sister and mates who were giggling.

"They're not for Ginny," Hermione spoke, a wide smile against her face. "They're for you," she added and half of the Gryffindor table laughed, Ron scrunched up his face. "Dress robes," she added.

"Dress robes? For what?" He asked.

-

"The Yule ball has been a tradition of The Triwizard Tournament, since its inception. On Christmas Eve, we and our guests gather together in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and everyone of you to put your best foot forward and I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is, first and foremost, a dance." McGonagall announced, her long silk robes cascading to the ground along with her iconic green witch hat, looking at the students around her, all in a room not many students have been inside of and is usually abandoned to be the room where y/n had now figured, Gryffindors are going to prance.

"You're taking the mick," y/n mumbled, slouching in her chair, whilst Hermione sat up slightly excited, like the majority of the other girls, which y/n clicked her tongue against the roof her mouth and rolled her eyes.

"Silence!" McGonagall yelled, the Gryffindor pipped down. "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly 10 centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a bunch of babbling, bumbling band of baboons," McGonagall once again preached, small whispered came from Fred and George.

Y/n clicked her tongue once again, turning back to Professor McGonagall, begging to forgetting the sight of Fred.

"Now to dance, is to let a boy breathe, inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst and take flight," McGonagall added as Ron whispered to Harry, Dean and Seamus overhearing and all giggled. "Inside the boy, a Lordy lion ready to prance, Mr. Weasley," he called, the ginger fourth year boy looked up, fearful.

"Yes?"

"Will you join me please?" She offereed. Ron sucked in his breath and grudgingly stood up, Harry shoved him lightly, the boys chuckling as he headed over to the Gryffindor professor. "Now place your right hand on my waist," she told him lightly, his eyes bulged.

"Where?" He asked, the woman looked at him soulfully.

"On my waist." She finished, he placed his hand there, she smirked, knowing his friends was laughing. "Now extend your arm," she instructed again, turning to Mr. Filch. "If you will, Mr. Filch," she ordered as old, scratchy music played through the enlarged gramophone, she turned to Ronald with a smile, Filch swayed with his cat. "One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three." She told as the two began to waltz, boys and girls chuckling to themselves.

Y/n watched sadly as Harry leaned towards the Weasley twins, smirking up to them and they responded together. Y/n watched as Harry happily got along with her ex boyfriend which she grudgingly recalled him hating Harry for a solid month to only like him again when he won the first tournaments prize.

"Everybody! On your feet!" McGonagall instructed, instantly every girl stepped up, meanwhile y/n, who only scoffed and slouched even lower, checking her chipped nails. "Boys on your feet!" McGonagall added, noticing not one a single boy stood.

Until one, who stood and wondered to the girl sitting alone.

"Neville?" y/n asked as the boy smiled, Hermione smiled back at him, as he held him arm out for y/n to take, she looked away at the boys beginning to step up and take girls hands.

"Do you want to dance," he spoke quietly, loud enough for y/n to hear though, the girl let out a sigh.

"I think it's pretty obvious that I don't," she told him, through her teeth, the taller by bent his knees, reaching to her level.

"Why not?" He asked, she let out another sigh through the nostrils, she didn't have to say, she just quickly glanced to the ginger boy before Neville smiled to her comfortingly. "Ignore him, in fact let him look," he told her, she looked down at him and his warm side smile. "Show him that you've moved on, it'll hurt for him, he won't expect it," Neville encouraged. Y/n sat twiddling with her thumbs, looking up at her ex-boyfriend who now seemed to be standing alone, watching Angelina and George go off to dance.

"I'll look like a fool Neville," she told the boy, who shrugged.

"I can't dance to save my life," he told the girl who pursed her lips in thought.

"Face it Neville, she won't dance with you!" A boy named Alfie Bubberwick yelled. Him, Seamus, Dean and Alfie's friend Noah Xylax chuckled, leaving Neville to feel upset.

Instantly, without a slight second of hesitation, y/n grabbed Nevilles hand and lead him up to the dance floor, she irritatedly placed her hand on his shoulder and held his arm up, linking their fingers. The boys face turned to large cherry pigment, he placed his hand timidly against her waist and tugged on her hand.

"why are you-"

"im not making you look like a fool, if we both gonna be fools at this, we'll do it together and look like the biggest klutz," she told the boy, her eyes fixed onto the one piece of cotton laying on his collar. "right i haven't got a clue how to - OH McGonagalls writing the steps!" y/n eyes widened when seeing the instructions being neatly written on the chalkboard.

-

"okay any foot that steps forward is the closest to the nearest walls, do you get that?" y/n said, her thick grey jumper was removed as she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. Neville huffed as he copied her actions, bringing back their clammy hands.

"do it one more time, i think i've got this," he said, his eyes glued to the cobblestoned ground, he placed his right leg forward.

"wrong leg," y/n immediately said, "always start with the left leg Nev," she said, glaring to where their feet stood.

Neville stepped forward on his left meanwhile y/n stepped back on her right too. They landed on the foot, balancing on the same foot to push out to the side, standing back on the foot again. the teens shifted onto their right foot, drifting back to the spot they were in originally.

"yes! keep going!" y/n told, a smile crept on her lips, their foreheads almost crashing due to their eyes being so set on the ground. Neville continued to drift the two around, a smile beamed from his lips just before y/n stepped onto the opposite causing them to crash.

"you ruined it!" Neville joked, their sweaty bodies separating once again as they huffed. "first time i didn't even mess up too, you proud of me?" he added on, y/n let out a breathy laugh.

"indeed very proud," she smiled to him, ruffling his bangs of curls. "cmon lets try traveling in it, you know when they spin and all that," y/n told, watching as he deflated.

"and then practise me lifting you in the air," he sighed, watching y/n's eyes buldge.

"lifting me?" she asked immediately.

"have you not seem Dean and Ginny this entire period?" he asked, pointing over her shoulder, the girl turned, watching as the black boy and ginger girl were manageably waltzing on the spot, bringing in a small twirl that lead to a small lift in the air, then continued with the waltz.

"cmon, we are learning how to spin me then lift me before having our dinner tonight, i do not care if that requires practise in the common room or on the tables in the great hall," she huffed, grabbing Nevilles hand again, throwing her other hand at his shoulder as he did the same for his hands.

they started to flow with the music and attempted to sway peacefully and elegantly however since they knew barely anything how to waltz, it was definitely quite the mess - McGonagall came over often to retract and try her hardest to get Neville to stop stepping against y/n's toes so much, she didn't mind the small apologies he gave when it happened though, they were only practising.

They had finally became capable of twirling y/n, with three outward steps to the side she was able to face Neville once more, bringing both her hands to his shoulders and his large palms tugged at her waist. they both bent their knees, the brunette boy elevated the girl to the air which worked brilliantly until y/n landed.

Her ankles rolled side wards, causing her to yank desperately at Nevilles shoulders and (caused) the blonde girl to plummet to the ground, the boy following just after her. A loud eruption of guffaw bellowed from the ground. Both teens were laying curled up on the ground, sweat dripping from their foreheads, their hair sticking against the moisture as they had bright smiles on their faces.

"no stop, stop in gonna pee-"y/n whispered, punching the ground with utter giggles escaping her lungs as Neville gave out a booming wheeze, causing more glares at them however they did not care one bit, the only thing that bothered them was the bladder being tossed around in y/n's stomach their laughter shortening into breathless and paralysing. "i'm gonna piss myself!" y/n continued, jumping up onto her feet as she sprinted out the small classroom, pegging it to the closest toilets.

dear Godric Gryffindor did dancing with Neville Longbottom turn out much better than she anticipated.

-

"Ask someone to the Yule ball," Ron whispered, reading a piece of parchment out, he scrunched it up and turned back to his brother Fred. Harry watched the quarrel including y/n, her quill off the paper, Hermione still sat and scribbled words against the page. "You haven't got a date yet?" Ron questioned him as Fred smirk, screwing up another piece of paper and throwing it at Angelia as she sassily turned to the ginger, stopping her conversation with a Ravenclaw.

"You go to the.. Yule ball," he pointed before sillily rolling his shoulders in the waltz sway, lastly pointing his thumbs back towards himself. "With me," he mouthed, Angelias face brightened from originally her annoyed glance.

"The ball?" She asked. Fred nodded as she echoed his expression. "Yeah I'll go," she told him as the ginger turned back to Ron, who sat dumbfounded.

Of course he had to do a silly little trick like that, something just in front of y/n to of course make her feel upset, Harry rubbed against her sisters shoulder knowing she was growing overwhelmed.

Y/n began to develop some feeling Fred really couldn't care less about her emotions, she almost created it like some theory, but this just gave her solid evidence to prove she was correct.

Fred never cared about her, he was just like the boys at Hogwarts who only wanted her because of her undescribable looks, treat her like some prize to be won or some object to be taken care of and be let stolen. She couldn't even help it but she wanted nobody to look at her that way, she despised it with a burning passion. Now she was starting to grow a large ball of hatred towards Fred Weasley and his uncaring acts towards y/n.

-

Y/n sat abandoned in the Gryffindor common room. It was three in the morning and all night she has been trying to rid of the scene that lingered in her mind of Fred asking out Angelia, she was in her bedroom silently crying, head facing towards the closest wall in order to not alarm the Pavarti twins, lavender (who the three was sleepily having a conversation with each other) or Hermione who was getting last bits of homework done.

She sat just in front of the fire, her eyes gazing at the flickering specs of light, watching as smoke left and rose up in the fireplace and even though she sat just opposite the fire her temperature was still biting cold, a throw was wrapped over her shoulders and she began to shiver.

"Godric Gryffindor," a voice sputtered and violently coughed, though it tried to hold it back and quieten the coughing. "Y/n, oh good," the voice spoke, y/n bulged her eyes, her fathers face stuck inside of the fire, the flame smoke vapouated from his cheeks, nose, forehead, lips, eyes etcerta.

"Dad?" She asked, blinking the tears that were too lazy to even fall.

"Yes, it me darling, listen, I gave a call to Harry about his first task and I came to check up on how it went today but I think he forgot, don't worry about it now though, I kept having a look into the common room today, and you didn't seem yourself, you seemed, angry..upset even, you need to let any weight of your chest?" He asked as y/n swallowed thickly.

"Well," she started, her voice low. "There's this boy," she paused tugging at the throw, quick to notice the shocked look against Sirius' face. "We dated for a year and-," she added.

"You dated?" He interrupted as y/n sighed.

"Yes and that's the frustrating part because we broke up on the first task and I've been thinking throughout that whole year he's just been using me as an object because I'm a Veela and all I really am to boys is an object-," she was cut off by her father.

"So this is why you asked if I dated your mother for looks or personality," he interrupted, y/n nodded. "Let me tell you I was never accepted fully well in school or at home, I was rebellious but most of all I was a Gryffindor, which my family hated me for not to mention kids at Hogwarts would always view me as a death eater, your mother, she found every bit of me good," he said. "That was the reason why I began to date her, because she was one to stick up for me when others wouldn't and don't get me wrong she thought the same, she found every boy seemed to treat her like an object beside my mates and me, and as soon as I came to terms with her developing feelings for me for sticking for what's right and letting me be myself is exactly where I wanted to marry your mother," he told his daughter, her head hung low and her lips curved slightly.

"But Fred, he acted like he adored me for a year and when one boy begins to talk to me calming oh he steals me away jumping into conclusions because he'd afraid his favourite prize will be stolen," y/n announced, hearing her dad sigh and watching smoke leave from his mouth (which was just piles of ambers and ashes combined together with moved as he spoke).

"Your mum passed this Veela ability to you, meaning she dealt with these issues too, and the one tactic she always used was to ignore it, turn her back on it, it would sometimes fail as boys would get overprotective and begin to fight for her, but the reason she started to like me was purely because I hid these feelings and didn't embarrass myself to show it, I was like a little shy schoolboy, and she would see less and less of this each year with different boys," Sirius paused, watching y/n lift her head. "That boy who was helping you with homework or whatever earlier before he went to bed-" he spoke, y/n knew instantly who he was talking about, a boy who's recently been coping with y/n emotions and has helped wipe her tears.

Neville Longbottom.

"-He's the ones you should be looking out for and taking care of when it comes to boys," he finished and y/n smiled.

"He's been really nice to me, the Yule ball is coming up and I'm not planning on going,"she said, watching the burning twigs used as Sirius' eyebrows furrow.

"The Yule ball?" He asked. "Oh the stories I'll save about the night I had my Yule ball,"

"Why because they're embarrassing?" Y/n questioned, with a goofy smile, Sirius chuckled, nodding.

"I bet yours will be worse than mine, flowerpot," he told the girls, both laughing when it quickly stopped, footsteps were slowly tiptoeing downstairs.

"Oh it's you, I thought some maniac was laughing in here then," Neville spoke, his wand held up, he smiled at y/n who only laughed.

"No, sorry I was just laughing at myself," she told him with a large smile against her face, Neville furrowed his brows.

"What's got you in a happy mood?" He smiled, walking closer, his wand to his side, y/n looked to the fire and watched her dad winked, the sticks and logs forming back into bundles of wood with fire flickering on top of it.

"Nothing, come sit," she told him, watching the curly haired brunette walk over to her, she opened up her throw and allowed him to tuck inside, his body a lot taller than her frame therefore barely making the two share. "Wanna go to honeydukes tomorrow?" she told the boy who only nodded.

"Just us two?" y/n only nodded at Neville's question. "Erm..sure, why not," Neville responded with a smile.

-

Y/n wore Nevilles scarf to hogsmeade, and when Neville noticed this he wanted to melt into a puddle. He had thought she had forgotten about that scarf or just lost it somewhere but was over the moon to see her wearing his red scarf snuggly wrapped around her neck with her black puffer jacket, baggy jeans and a grey skin tight shirt, ready for the snow.

Neville stood with his Gryffindor scarf around his neck and a black long shirt with blue wide trousers, cuffed at the bottom, revealing his dark red boots and a large black jacket that fit him perfectly.

They both headed to Hogsmeade, talking about stories and certain plants from Herbology (not to mention the amazing grade rises y/n got after Nevilles help), y/n also babbled about her talking to her dad last night and had a short conversation about her veela abilities, Neville agreed and they later walked in a comfortable silence, y/n didn't want to tell too much about what her dad thought of Neville, but she just knew he'd be extremely giddy about it.

"Right I have a couple sickles left, should we go in the three broomsticks before heading back?" Y/n quizzed, holding the silver coins above her red fingertips, Neville nodded.

"I'll pay," he suggested but y/n shook her head. "Hmm, whoever gets there first has to pay," he suggested as the two smirked at each other, looking at the door from afar.

Immediately y/n pounced, sprinting towards the large oak door and dodging past people, Neville caught her up when she bumped into some carollers, and was taking the lead, he slid through a group of Slytherins and stood at the door, turning back to y/n who huffed but smiled, lightly punching his shoulder.

"Congrats," she said as Neville held the door out for her, allowing y/n and himself inside, scooting to a corner seat where they sat and laid their sweets from Honeydukes, instantly opening the chocolate frogs to see what cards they got. Y/n had two Dumbledores, one Cornelius fudge and helga hufflepuff meanwhile Neville got Gilderoy Lockhart, two Godric Gryffindors and a wicked sisters card which was a rare one now-er days.

The two butterbeers turned up and they almost chugged the sugary drinks, they weren't y/n favourite but she was thirsty from all the walking around and skipping breakfast. Neville loved the blood sucking lollipops and had bought half a dozen of them. Y/n tried one and it was too sour for her taste buds, she much preferred drinking her butterbeer after that sweet.

"Um, since it's coming up in a week I have a question for you," Neville spoke, y/n looked back at home and chewed against her chocolate frog.

"What is it?"

am fuming i fucking spilt my pot noodle all over my damn carpet now its gonna smellllllll, but im gonna try shift tonight girlies, but yippee anotha chapter, i wrote this quite last minute so i hope you enjoyed :D