The Yule Ball (Part One)

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A/N: I have a few songs for this chapter: Truly Madly Deeply, Irresistible, They Don't Know About Us, Heart Attack, and I Should've Kissed You.

We started on our way to the Great Hall.  

I was crazily in love with the lad with me.  

The champions danced first.  

Fluer's dress was gorgeous.  It was a floor length gown.  Embroidered with lace and flowers.  It was an off white color.  She is so pretty.

"Care to dance, love?" Harry asked.

"I'd love to Hazza."

 We walked over to the dance floor and started waltzing.  Along with everyone else.

"Blimley Hazza, do you know how to dance?" I asked laughing.

"A little bit," he said with shrug.

We continued to dance.  He was pretty bad, but not as nearly as horrid as Zayn.  We passed him and his date.

"Lavender, I'm sorry you have to dance with him."

"Oh, it's fine.  I know worse."

"Wow, thats' hard to believe!"

Harry, Zayn, Lavender and I danced together.

"Harry, isn't this the song you sang me two nights ago," I asked him.

"Yes it is.  Thanks for remembering."

 The song was called, Truly Madly Deeply.  

I almost started cyring.  It was so romantic. 

We danced so close.  

"Harry, did you pay the D.J. to play all of my favorite songs by you?"

"Maybe," he said with grin.  Irresistible was playing now.

I hate romantic songs.  They make me cry.  But I love them. 

"I love you," Harry said so romantic.  It wasn't like any other time he had said it.  I knew he meant it.  Love is such a strong word, and I'm just now realizing it.  Harry truly means it.

"I love you too," I said slowly.  As we leaned into the kiss.  In the center of dance floor.  

I was truly in love with Harry.

After we kissed, the D.J. started to play upbeat music.  Like They Don't Know About Us, and Heart Attack and I Should've Kissed you.

We kept dancing and dancing.  Nothing could stop us.

A/N: So I'm going to put this in like 5 different POV's in different chapters.  And then afterwords, and an epilogue!  I'm finally over writer's block!

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