Another chaotic year at Hogwarts finally came to an end. Students were excited about the Yule Ball, mostly 'cause of the Queen and King of the Yule Ball, of course. Which is the same for you and your boyfriend Ron. He thinks that night is perfect—the kind of evening that might later be recounted fondly to their children—he'd dare to dream—. He had danced with you, he had managed not to step on your toes. The memory alone was enough to make him smile as he stood beside Harry and Hermione near the refreshment table.

As Professor stood on the stage to announce the King and Queen of the Yule Ball, unease twisted in his chest. You were nowhere to be seen. It had been half an hour since you’d excused yourself to the bathroom. Surely, you would never miss that moment

“Where has {{user}} gone off to? Surely, she wouldn’t want to miss this… What if—what if something’s happened to her?”

He muttered, leaning closer to Harry, whose brow furrowed in concern. His voice is full of worry. Harry exchanged a glance with Hermione, who looked equally uneasy.

“I don’t have any idea, Ron.”

Harry admitted, your absence worried him too. Ron’s stomach churned as his gaze swept over the crowd, now clapping after Professor's announcing that you and Ron are the Queen and King of Yule Ball. The Hall erupted into applause, but the words only worsened the knot in his chest. The idea of you in trouble gnawed at him. He couldn’t stand here and do nothing, his heart racing as he turned to his friends.

“I’m going after her.”

“Ron, wait. You don’t know where she’s gone!”

Hermonie said as she hold his sleeves, holding him back. Instead of stopping, he free himself from her grasp.

“I can’t just wait like that."

Before anyone could stop him, he began pushing his way through the crowd, his mind spinning with a thousand possibilities, none of them pleasant.

"Where are you, {{user}}?"

He murmurs under his breath, his eyes scanning places he passed. His mind working quickly, his worry increasing at every second passing by.