Almost everyone was having fun at the Yule Ball. Even with the Great Hall decorated at it's finest. Some couldn't find enjoyment of the whole point of the night.

Ron Weasley watched as his best friend danced with his sister, the found himself being annoyed at the sight of Hermione dancing with Krum. He didn't know why it annoyed him so much, it just did.

As he called Professor Snape over after he finished instructing Neville to dance arms length away from his date, Susan Bones.

"Professor Snape", moaned Ron.

"Yes?"

"They're dancing way to close", said Ron, pointing to Krum and Hermione. "That's not appropriate."

Snape sighed. "Ronald Wealsey, I am not going to break up such a promising young couple to savor your jealousy." Without another word, he strode over to chat with Argus Filch, the Caretaker.

"I'm not jealous", muttered Ron, as he stared at the other couples happily dancing in the middle of the hall without a care in the world. Fred and George were headed towards Ron looking more well dressed than usual.

"Ron? Is that thing your wearing, fake?", asked Fred, pointing to the flower on Ron's jacket.

"I couldn't afford anything better. How are you two so fancy anyway?"

"Well, let's just say, we've run into a little business", answered George. As he gave his twin a look, it was clear he shouldn't have said that, and the two went on to dance with Fleur and Cedric.

As Ron looked around, he noticed he hadn't been paying attention to Luna ever since he met her before the Ball started. He took notice that even though she remained wearing her radish earrings, her hair was curled, and she wore a very bright, frilly yellow dress, but insisted on coming barefoot. Feeling slightly guilty about the way he had been treating her, Ron figured he could have at least one dance with her. As he approached her, something caught her eye. She twirled away from Ron to sit next to Draco.

Smiling her usual serene smile, Draco still seemed uncomfortable.

"Hello, Draco. Enjoying the festivities? You do look lonely over here", she said, her voice full of concern.

"What would you know about it, Loony Lovegood", spat Draco, astonished to see it didn't bother her.

"I'm only trying to help. I know about you and Harry."

"What?! What do you know?"

"I saw you after the Quidditch match", said Luna.

"You didn't see anything. I don't even know what I'm feeling. Ravenclaws, you wouldn't understand", he scoffed.

"No, I understand. It's like you thought you were evil you're entire life, and now you're just realizing it isn't you", offered Luna, as she swung her feet back and forth.

"No, that's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"A love potion, a curse, it's not natural."

"Love is tricky. It's never natural. This reminds me of the day my daddy was hunting wild Plimpies. He came across an empty nest in the forest. He thought he discovered a Heliopath flying beyond the trees. He chased it, and chased it, and nearly after two days, he found the Heliopath parent with the young tucked in its pouch. After I heard this story, I wanted to love again." When she finished, she looked affectionately over the dance floor. Draco wasn't quite sure who she was looking at until she looked back at him. "Listen, if you ever want to talk, I'm here", said Luna happily, patting, his hand. She left Draco with a confused expression on her face, as she went back to a corner and danced by herself.

Draco went back to dancing with Crabbe N' Goyle, as he kept his eyes on Harry.

Ron finally saw Hermione was alone, and decided to talk to her. She looked happy to see him. "So, how are you and Viktor doing?"

Hermione's expression seemed to know what he was thinking. "Ron-"

"No", said Ron, cutting her off. "It's clear you didn't want to be seen with me. But rather someone richer and classier."

In a second Hermione had gone from pleased to furious. "Ron, just ask me next time! And not as a last resort!"

Before either could say another word, Viktor had come between them, and continued to dance with Hermione. Defeated, Ron decided to sit with his other classmates who didn't have dates. As he watched Ginny with Harry, no matter how happy he was for them, didn't distract him for how unhappy he was in general.

Dean Thomas, who had been arguing with Seamus, sat next to Ron, looking hurt. "Well, Seamus hates me. And all because I asked him to dance", complained Dean. He looked at Ron. "What's wrong, Ron?"

Ron shrugged. "Just shut up."