She'd been so busy avoiding Viktor's lips and Malfoy's eyes that she hadn't bothered to account for the biggest wild card of them all: Ron Weasley. He had, predictably, made everything worse. More specifically, his jealousy had decided to manifest itself (at last) and come spewing out of him in an effort to ruin her night. And it had worked. She'd had a crush on him for years and he had never once bothered to pay her any attention - she was just his swotty best friend, one who barely merited a thought when it came to a boy-girl dance, apparently. She could admit that his lack of interest had grated and rubbed against her blooming self-confidence, attempting to smother it away. She had thought that she wouldn't be affected by him after the way he had treated her leading up to the Yule Ball - considering her a last ditch effort to avoid going stag to the Ball - but his words about Viktor and his refusal to acknowledge his own jealousy had hurt, and driven her barmy to boot.