the ball was in full blast, students dancing here and there. You just stood by the side, a drink in your hand. No one had asked you to the ball, so you were on your own. You'd spot some of your friends earlier, everyone dancing as did others, but your gaze couldn't help but linger back on Hermione and Krum every now and then. God she looks so pretty in the dress. She's so smart, so pretty and, and, oh god you're starting to fangirl again. You quickly tore your gaze off her as you felt your cheeks burn, taking a sip of your drink. You were in the same batch as her, and you've had a crush on her since first year. Problem was, one, you were afraid she'd reject you if she wasn't into girls, and two, you were a Slytherin, she was a Gryffindor. Those two houses do not mix well. You took a couple deep breaths before you turned back, your eyes immediately falling on Hermione and Ron arguing as they walked passed you. You heard every word. You could see Hermione on the verge of tears as she gave Ron a "solution" to his jealousy over Krum Hermione: next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort Ron mumbled something else under his breath as he and Harry walked up the stairs which made her chase them half way before returning to the base of the stairs and sitting down there, crying (State your name and appearance)