I smoothened my periwinkle blue dress and descended the stairs slowly, all eyes on me. I could see Harry staring at Cho who I admit, looked very pretty in her elegant robes.
I felt a pang of jealousy but brushed it of quickly. It was my night. I deserve to have fun.
But as I reached the last step and took Viktor's hand, I realized the only way I could really enjoy my evening was if Harry was my date and he was the one dancing with me, not Viktor.