The one where Lovi doesn't care damn it!

Seriously she doesn't.

Maybe?

Lovina Vargas muttered darkly at the scene before her. The dancing couples waltzed passed her on the dance floor, her sister and her idiot potato twirled and not far off she noted Parkinson had yet to punch Diggory in the face. She starred passed them eyes locked on a seemingly perfect and beautiful couple.

Her black hair was held in a tight perfect bun. Creamy skin flushed at the perfect cheeks and dark slanted eyes glittered up at perfect emerald green eyes of the Spanish boy who danced with her. Cho Chang looked like a princess in her white shimmering robes and lightly painted face-barely there traces of makeup adorned the pretty Asian girl who would have looked even better without it.

Antonio-Tomato Bastard- had never looked more handsome in his dark suit and deep red tie. His curly hair seemed more windswept then it usually was and Lovina had to think it was because Chang continually toyed with his hair, running her perfectley manicured fingers through it. His perfect lips parted into a wide smile showing off his perfect white teeth. A single dimple at the right of his cheek appeared.

The couple twirled and Lovina almost gave into the urge to stomp her foot and scream. The idiot was supposed to be her date. Hers. Not Chang's! Not that it mattered, Lovina didn't give a hoot who Antonio was dancing with. Like hell she cared that he had walked passed her with Chang, the two smiling brightly.

Like she gave a damn that maybe she might have cried in Myrtle's bathroom because she had heard Antonio and Chang were going to the Yule Ball together. That all the girls had squealed about it that Antonio and Cho were the prefect couple. Certainly Lovina had not cared about coming alone either. Not like that she had held out some hope that Antonio would have met her at the foot of the stairs and extended his arm, smiling stupidly at her for falling for his joke.

Obviously Lovina had thought it was a joke, she had said it enough to Feli and Hannah; "That idiot wouldn't go with anyone else but me. He's too stupid to ask anyone else."

The look on Hannah's face when she had seen Antonio and Chang walk in together.

They twirled and laughed. Lovina could see why everyone said they were the perfect couple. They matched one another so very well. They were so...attractive.

Her eyes began to sting. Stupid makeup! Feli had probably put the mascara on Lovina wrong! Her sister was just so stupid sometimes. It wasn't that she was crying, no way! Why the hell would Lovina start crying at the sight of Chang and Antonio the most perfect and beautiful couple ever? Not Lovina. She didn't care...

...right?

She looked away from them and blinked hard. She didn't care. Not a bit.

Cedric dipped Parkinson and kissed her on the nose illiciting a growl that didn't quite come out as threatening as it should have. Potter hid behind a pillar as Natalia searched for him. Ivan threatened the other idiot Slytherin, Chris, who seemed oblivious to the threats coming from his Russian classmate. Chris was too busy smiling at his date Katyusha-who happened to be Ivan's older most beloved sister.

Yong Soo Im had launched himself on Draco Malfoy's back and groped at his chest sending Gillian Bullshit into her trademark cackling laughter while the boy she danced with, Leon, shook his head at the PDA.

Lovina closed her eyes again, squeezed them shut. Damn it. She was not going to cry because she was sad she was going to cry because her eyes hurt because Feli had screwed up with the makeup that was burning her eyes.

She sniffled.

Her eyes hurt too much and damn it, now people were going to think she was crying because of the Tomato Bastard and his perfect stupid date. They were going to think that her feelings were hurt and that she was heart broken and the idiot girls in love with Antonio that hated Lovina would swoop in to harass her.

Tears spilled from her eyes.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't let them see you cry!

A dark shadow eclipsed her, blocked her view of the perfect couple dancing. She looked up the dark robed chest in question. Professor Snape seemed to be standing right in front of her blocking her view from the ball and beside him the famous Quidditch player James Potter stood, staring directly at her. His hazel eyes softened.

"Ms. Vargas," Professor Snape said, deep voice strangely soothing. "I cannot help but wonder...why one of my students seems to be crying. Is anything...amiss?"

"Professor-"

"Behind that pillar," he interrupted, pointing the pillar behind her. "if you walk beyond it there is an unlocked door that leads into the great hall where, if you wish to dry your face, you can find the lavatories."

He was giving her the go ahead to leave? Weren't they all supposed to stay here? And there were bathrooms here too, over crowded by party goers but still...

...oh!

"Thank you."

She dipped her head, turned and fled passed the pillar and out of the door into the great hall. She wasn't going to run away from the Yule Ball, not because she was crying and sad, not because her sister was so happy and oblivious to the fact that she was sad and certainly not because she was heart broken. No, the Yule Ball was boresville. She was tired and the makeup had run into her eyes. That was all.

She made it back into her room, alone obviously. Glad to be alone. Stripping off her deep emerald dress and tossing it to the floor Lovina let out a laugh. Professor Snape and his boyfriend(right?) out of everyone in that room seemed to have seen her crying and seemed to think it was because she was sad.

Whatever. Didn't matter.

As Lovina changed into her pajama's she laughed. How silly. She wasn't sad.

She went into the large bathroom and turned on the tap. Washing her face, Lovina's reflected. Okay...maybe she could see why it might look like she was sad. But how hilarious was it that her knights in shinning armor had been the most terrifying Professor to have ever taught potions at Hogwarts and his hot boyfriend?

What a laugh!

She turned off the tap and stared at her reflection. Nice and clean, not a stitch of makeup. So what that she wasn't as pretty as Chang. No one was as pretty as Chang.

She dried off her face with a towel as she walked back into the room. Still alone. It would be near midnight before anyone else came in, probably.

As Lovina settled herself into bed she realized that now, along with the pain in her eyes that her chest and belly hurt. Maybe she was coming down with something.

So because she was alone Lovina let herself cry. Because her eyes hurt, not because she was sad.

And certainly not because she realized that Antonio was probably going to fall in love with Chang and that he would realize that all those years chasing Lovina had been a monumental mistake.

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The next morning during first period potions class, Professor Snape was welcomed by a shinny red apple on his desk.

So anyone else ever have something similar like this happen. You say no to a guy you kinda like and then...wam! There he is with someone else who happens to be very very pretty?

Sucks. Poor Lovi.

And Snape saving her? Well...he probably sympathized. I mean, its probably well known that Tonio asked Lovi out tons of times and you'd have to be an idiot (or Tonio) not to realize that Lovi likes him back. Its something similar to the SnapeLilyJames thing. Except well...it might be a LilySnapeJames thing? I'm not sure how that triangle went-still working on those particular kinks.

Anyway, not my best but Lovi's really difficult to write.

And yes, the Slytherin with Katyusha being threatened by Ivan is Chris Redfeild.

Reviews please! No flames.