The hallways of Hogwarts buzzed with excitement as the Yule Ball loomed closer. Everyone around you was in high spirits, discussing their plans and outfits for the upcoming event.

However, you were not part of their carefree atmosphere. You sat quietly on a secluded staircase, hidden from the joyous crowds. The tears streaming down your face were both tears of heartbreak and solitude.

The sounds of laughter and chatter echoed in the distance, a stark contrast to your silent sobbing. The happy faces of your classmates only served to deepen your sense of isolation. In this moment, the thought of the Yule ball held no excitement for you, only a reminder of what you could never have – Harry.

You felt foolish for even allowing yourself to dream of dancing with him, of wearing a beautiful gown, and sharing a magical night together. But those dreams shattered the moment he asked Cho, leaving you alone in your heartache.

Your heart ached, yearning for the one boy who seemed oblivious to your deep affection. You cursed yourself for ever hoping that he would see you as more than just a friend, knowing it was foolish to think he’d ever choose you over someone like Cho.

As you continued to sob, lost in your own melancholic thoughts, you were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name. Startled, you looked up to see a figure descending the stairs behind you. It was Harry, concern etched across his face as he noticed your tear-streaked cheeks.

As he approached, you hastily wiped away your tears, attempting to compose yourself. “What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice was shaky, betraying the emotions you tried to conceal.

“I heard crying” He responded in a soft voice. He took a seat beside you on the staircase, noticing your reddened eyes and puffy cheeks. It was clear that you had been crying, and he seemed genuinely worried.

He watched you silently for a moment before finally breaking the silence. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice filled with concern.