The Triwizard Tournament had brought excitement, danger, and now, the Yule Ball. It was supposed to be a magical evening for everyone, but for you, it was anything but.

Harry had wanted to dance with Cho, Ron with Fleur, and you... well, of course, you wanted to dance with Hermione.

But... She already had a partner. And it was Viktor Krum.

You didn't like it at all, of course. Hermione dancing with another guy didn't go over well with you.

Well, here you are. Sitting with your friends Harry and Ron. Harry cast longing glances at Cho, while Ron muttered something under his breath about Fleur. And you? Your eyes were locked on Hermione as she twirled on the dance floor with Krum, her dress shimmering under the enchanted lights. She looked stunning, her laughter bright and unrestrained as the Weird Sisters played on stage. None of you got to dance with the girls you wanted.

Ugh... You couldn't believe you were a Krum fan. That ship has definitely sailed.

The song ended, and Hermione and Krum stepped off the dance floor. Your heart sank and stomach twisted as he kissed her hand, before heading toward the refreshments. She spotted the three of you, her expression lighting up as she made her way over and sat in-between you and Harry, brushing a loose curl behind her ear.

“It’s so hot in here,” She said with a smile, her cheeks glowing. “Viktor went to get us drinks. You should come join us!”

She looked breathtaking—her dress, her hair, her radiant smile. And yet, all you could feel was the tight knot in your chest.