Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Neville Longbottom- Dance (c)

Professor McGonagall was teaching you and your peers how to dance ready for the yule ball. It was clear the female students were a lot more excited about dancing the male students, however you were an exception for that rule. Only a couple of girls were stood up behind the benches, you included, but you were doing your best to disappear into the wall you were leaning against. You didn't want to dance, you didn't want to be there at all, but it wasn't as though you had a choice.

The professor demonstrated the dance with Ron, whom seemed to be fair from enjoying it, even if it was amusing for everyone else. Once she finished the short dance, she turned to the boys then back to the girls.

"Everybody come together," she announced.

Instantly all the girls got to their feet moving towards the middle of the room, but none of the boys even budged. You held back in the crowd, not moving from your safe place against the wall away from your classmates.

"Boys, on your feet," she practically shouted at the male students still perched on the bench, or leaning against the wall.

Once more no one moved, not until one student stood up. Neville Longbottom stood up from his place on the bench, stepping towards the students whom were stood up. Soon enough the other male students reluctantly made their way towards the female students partnering up.

Neville weaved through the crowd of females, approaching you.

"Um... would you...um," he mumbled putting his hand out towards you.

You nodded, holding a weak smile on your face. Taking his hand you moved into the crowd finding a place for the two of you when the music was about to start.

"Is it okay, if I..." once again he trailed off, this time gesturing to your waist. You assumed he was asking if he could put his hand on your waist.

Again you nodded. He hesitantly placed your hand onto your waist, still holding one of your hands in his, whilst your other one rested on his shoulder.

The music began and almost instantly someone hissed in pain, probably from having their partner stand on their foot.

However Neville actually seemed to know what he was doing. Every movement seemed correct and was perfectly fluid. Instantly you were surprised especially when you tripped over his foot falling into his chest.

"I'm sorry," you grunted, trying to stand up properly.

"It's okay," he smiled warmly.

"How are you so good at this?" You asked. "I don't mean to be rude, but I've never spoken to you, but I have seen you pass out once, and walk into several doors as well as just falling over. I couldn't imagine that it'd be me standing on your feet."

He let out an awkward laugh, as you continued to dance, granted you did stand on his feet every other second.

"My grandma taught me. She was glad that she could finally find something that I'm good at. But believe me, I'm as surprised as you are that I can actually do this without messing up," he smiled softly.

You stood on his foot again.

"I'm so sorry," you groaned.

He smiled down at you. "It's fine. I finally know what it's like to be around me. I'm Neville by the way."

"I know," you smiled back hesitantly. "I'm Y/N."

"I know."

Your eyebrows furrowed together in a mixture of concentration as to not fall over his foot again, and being unsure how he knew who you were. You were surprisingly good at avoiding everyone.

"Can I ask you something?" He questioned, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"Of course," you said with a soft smile, but as soon as the words escaped your lips you stood on his foot again.

"My feet may regret this, but would you... maybe... like to... possibly... go to the ball with me?" He said stumbling over his words whilst you stumbled over his feet.

Before you could even think you nodded.

"I'd love to."

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Written by Charlotte.