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The Yule Ball
I felt my heart jump just by looking at her. From where I was seated, I could only see her slim back. Till today, I have never seen anyone look more beautiful. That night, she truly looked like an angel. Words couldn't describe it.
She turned around to talk to someone, and I could not pull my eyes away. Her clear, fair skin gleamed with a slightly pink tinge that was probably the result of all that dancing. The dress fit a light, elegant figure. She looked like a goddess. Her hair was her crowning glory. It looked so much better, straight and silky. One could actually focus on its beautiful color, and not just its bushy texture. And her eyes. Big and brown, they shone with intelligence and happiness.
I swallowed. At that moment, I didn't care whether she was a Muggleborn or not. I so badly wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be the one standing proudly next to her. I wanted to be the one to dance with her the whole evening. I tried to calm my speeding heart, steeled myself and walked up to her.
A thousand ways of asking rushed through my mind. "Miss Granger, would you like to dance with me?" "Miss Granger, I would be very honored if you would dance with me." "May I request your fair hand?"
They sounded stupid even in my head.
I was close enough now. I opened my mouth, but words failed me. I couldn't do it. My mind screamed at me just to say the words. Instead, I turned around and walked away.
Walked away from what would have been the best night of my life.
I simply trudged back up to my dormitory with a heart that felt like lead. Every day, I go through that moment in my head. I imagine what might have happened. I would have asked her to dance. Being the polite lady that she is, she would have accepted, even if she was shocked. We would talk. I would show her I wasn't the arrogant Prince of Slytherin. We would have become friends. She might have liked me. We might have been made for each other.
There would have been trouble from her friends, because they hated me. My parents would cause more trouble. I wouldn't care, and neither would she. We would fight for each other, and win in the end. I'd wake up every morning to see those beautiful brown eyes. Maybe our kid would have her eyes.
But none of it ever happened. Life went back to normal the next day. I had to continue to pretend I still hated her, because what else could I do? The truth is I never really hated her after that evening.