AN: There it is - my first short story in English. It's a translation from Polish ("Niezauważona" in my profile). If anyone notices any mistakes (for example my crazy commas), I would be very thankful for pointing them out :).
Nadia

It was going to be perfect. Me – in an outstanding dress with a beautiful smile on my lips, a bit sweet, a bit charming. He – finally noticing me, shy, maybe a little awkward, yet interested.
But it was all wrong!
When he asked me to go with him on a ball, I thought I would go mad from pure happiness. I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him until the end of time. Of course all I've done was giggling nervously, not being able to get a word out. And he just stood there with hands squeezed in his pockets and waited for me to react somehow.
"Okey, I'll go" I said and I could see a relief in his eyes.
He never knew how much time and effort I put into persuading Padma to accompany Ron. She really didn't want to go with him, but she's my sister – she knew all about my little crush on Harry.
Then the night finally came. The night that was supposed to be The Night. Lavender mocked my nervousness, she said that one day we'll tell our kids a romantic story about how we danced all night with our eyes fixed on each other, falling in love…
How could I be so naïve?! So blind?! Because seriously I have no idea how could I missed Harry's longing glances at Cho, open avoidance of dancing. Four of us were sitting on the same bench: me – a bit panicked and unsure though still excited, Ron – looking at Hermione and Victor Krum, his eyes flashing with anger, Padma – obviously irritated, wanting to murder someone (me or Ron most likely) and Harry – lost in thought, his eyes following someone.
Probably that someone had long dark hair and chocolate eyes.
I didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say, so I decided to grab some attention. When that nice boy from Beauxbatons asked me to dance, I agreed, hoping that Harry would do something, say something or at least notice…
None of that happened.
Few days later I was still expecting him to pin me against the wall and kiss me senseless, whispering that he loves me, always has, always will… I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't help it. Still it actually was one of the most exciting periods of my Hogwart's 'love life'.
I was over him quite fast. In fifth grade, when he took Cho out on a date, I just clenched my fists and turned my head away. And when he kissed Ginny after a match in sixth grade, I was even able to look at them. Few years later, when I was standing on Platform 9 ¾, I calmly watched his children. Every one so alike him, the younger boy the most.
I smilled and glanced at my offspring:
"Come on, Harry, get on. You wouldn't want to miss the train."