Disclaimer: STILL not mine.
It's ironic how I always want something I can't have. Here I am at the Yule Ball, my date being one of the prettiest girls not just in the year, but in the whole bloody school, but I haven't said more than two words to her, let alone danced with her. All night, my eyes have been on another girl. That girl looks absolutely beautiful tonight. Her smile is wider than I've ever seen it in the four years she's been my friend, and it's for this Bulgarian bloke who's competing against our school!
The hours keep going by, slower and slower. My date left shortly after the dancing began, but I don't honestly care. For these past few hours, my eyes have been on Hermione, only Hermione. I don't know why it is that I can't bring myself to take my eyes away from her. I see her for a good portion of every day. At some points I get sick and tired of being around her when she's in a nagging, bratty know-it-all mood. But tonight, I don't think there's no one I'd rather be with.
Now it looks like I've got my wish. She's coming over towards me and Harry. But a couple minutes into the conversation, she's gushing about her precious "Vicky." Of course, I make a few comments about this. The result is not a positive one. Why did I have to run my mouth off? I've been literally staring at her all night long, and when she finally directs her attention at me, I manage to screw everything up. Typical. I should have told her how nice she looks tonight. Maybe she would've left "Vicky" on his own for awhile and danced with me for a song or two. That would've been nice. It would've been...