You're sitting outside the great hall, your back pressed aginst the rough stone wall. Your knees are pulled to your chest, your dress draped gracefully over you, grazing the floor. Tears are slipping out of your eyes, sliding quietly down your cheeks. The warm tears are landing on your dress, leaving small damp spots. Your breath is hitched, and your heart is beating so fast, as if it's trying to tear its way out of your chest. You hadn't been asked to the ball by anyone, so you had just gone with friends. But you had ended up alone, because everyone was hanging out with their dates. You saw Ron, but he hadn't made an attempt to come up to you. He had also been alone, so you wondered whether or not he had a date. It didn't matter now. You felt like the night was ruined. So there you sat, crying in your 'prom' dress. "Oh, love.." You heard a somber sounding voice. Your eyes went up, and there stood Ron Weasley. He had just exited the great hall, just to find you.