I always admired you from afar, but it was not until the yule ball when we had properly met.
You had danced with Ginny and afterward, I saw you talking to Harry when you turned we made eye contact, you smiled that cute smile of yours and that made me smile.
The lights dimmed and they made your eyes shine they lured me in as if you the flame and I the moth.
We both made our way towards each other not breaking eye contact.
We met in the middle of the dance floor as a song started,
" I'm Neville Longbottom, lovely to meet you"
you bowed and offered me your hand.
"(Y/n) (y/l/n), lovely to meet you"
I curtsied/bowed and took your hand.
As we danced I got lost in your green eyes again and for a while, it felt as if it was just the two of us.
The song came to an end and we left the ball.
You led me to the greenhouse where I know you spent most of your free-time.
You picked a blood-red rose and put it in my hair and then we shared a kiss under the bright moonlight.
I woke up, the feeling of your lips on mine still there, but I was back in my bed, in my house...away from it all.
I looked down at my closed palm and opened it.
"Romantic dreams must die"
I mumbled to myself as I stared at a single rose petal in my hand.
