Edward Prewett had asked him to the Yule Ball, and newly aware of his interest, Harry had said yes. They’d danced and laughed the night away, and Harry hadn’t had to sit a single song out, busy as he was with Edward, his quidditch teammates, and a few other acquaintances he took a turn around the dance floor with. He hadn’t danced with Riddle once, not that Riddle had had a spare song to fill; he’d been the centre of attention, which Harry was sure delighted him.