He couldn't believe his eyes. No, he couldn't believe his ears. His eyes were showing him the most beautiful girl gliding down the stairs and into the ball room. His ears were enabling him to hear what all the other girls had been calling the girl. But that couldn't be the girl's name. It just couldn't. How could long toothed, bushy haired, Granger be looking this... this dazzling. And then she smiled. Not to anyone in particular. But it was enough to make him want to tell her how beautiful she looked, so she would smile again. Oh, how he wished she would smile, it made the whole room light up. No, the world lit up when she smiled. At least, his world did. He realized he had been staring at her, and as much as he didn't want to, he looked away. It was evidence of how great she looked today that some Slytherins were nodding at her in appreciation. He wanted to laugh at the whole situation, it was something he had never thought would happen. Granger looking so beautiful, his fellow Slytherins actually admitting to their adversaries a compliment, and most unbelievable of all, he himself found himself at a loss of words to describe Granger's appearance. He couldn't think up the remotest of an insult to throw at her, to make her stop smiling. Because her smiling made him want to be in Krum's place. It made him want to be the one so close to her, holding her. A gust of wind made a strand of her hair blow out of place and fall on her face. And he itched to put it behind her ear. She was making his night miserable, making him want things that he himself couldn't understand why he wanted. Deciding he had had enough, that he couldn't take any more of seeing Granger look so heartbreakingly beautiful, he turned on his heels and walked out of the room, heading in the direction of his house. Feeling the most depressed he had in months. For some reason he couldn't understand at all.