"Well at least someone's having a good time," Harry thought to himself. Two tables over, Dean said something that made Seamus laugh until his face was red. Tearing his eyes away from the two, Harry glanced back at his date. Parvati—or was it Padma?—had met up with him and Ron outside the Great Hall with her sister. Sure they were dressed nicely, but after that embarrassment of an opening dance, Harry just wanted to melt into the wall. Hence, the loitering in the most removed table from the dance floor.
Padma—Parvati?—got asked to dance by some Durmstrang student. How they were going to dance in the forming mosh pit, Harry didn't know. The Weird Sisters seemed popular enough, but he didn't see the attraction. Muggles had better music, in his opinion, or at least a better variety. All that ever seemed to play on the Wizarding Wireless was either them, or that Celestina Warbeck Mrs. Weasley was so fond of.
Poor Padma/Parvati—whoever it was that got left behind. She seemed to be giving her sister the evil eye for abandoning her. He and Ron really had been terrible dates to the Patil twins, but with everything that had been going on—Someone jinxing the Cup to spit out his name under a fourth school, Ron and him not speaking for a while, the stress of dealing with dragons, DRAGONS, for Merlin's sake—he was too exhausted to give a damn.
For lack of anything better to do until the Ball ended, Harry scanned the room once again. The Patil sibling that had been asked to dance seemed to snag her sister a dance partner, and they were hamming it up on the dance floor together, Krum spun Hermione around, Ron was still watching them with a stormy glare, and Dean and Seamus looked as tired as he felt. Dean had a arm around Seamus, and Seamus seemed dead asleep against Dean's shoulder. What Harry would give for something to lean on; all he could do was tilt his chair back and try not to fall…