Harry was alone at the ball. He had nobody to go with, no matter which girl he asked, nobody went with him, was it his glasses? Was it his eyes? Was it his hair? Whatever it was about him, nobody went with him, I mean, even Goyle got a date before he did!

"Awe... poor Mr. Potter doesn't have anyone to go to the ball?" Draco teased, his voice pierced through Harry's overflowing thoughts. Draco snickered alone, his friends busy dancing. Harry rolled his eyes before asking a question himself. "Where's your date, Malfoy?" Harry asked, Draco's laughter quickly faded when he heard those words.