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Nerves were starting to bubble back up in Harry's stomach as he takes the stairs back up to Gryffindor Tower two at a time.

He felt uncomfortably giddy as he turns the box over in his pocket, the feeling of the smooth ridges of the box bringing him much-needed comfort.

But a part of Harry was angry with himself.

He wasn't jealous that Blythe went off with Cedric.

Asking Cho to be his date to the ball was a mistake. Overlooking his best friend who has been there for him was an even worse mistake. One that he wished he could go back in time and correct.

He understood why Blythe was so angry with him. He wished he could've come to the realization earlier.

Blythe was a girl. She was a short-tempered, beautiful, and selfless girl. She was his girl, and Harry finally understood that. His head became clear with that sentiment as he turned the box over in his hand. Even after Ron stopped talking to him, even when the whole school hated his guts Blythe was still standing by him. Defending him.

If anything it was him who didn't deserve her. He didn't appreciate her enough as he should've and he realized that. Now, it was time to make things right.

Harry climbed through the portrait hole, stumbling cluelessly into the middle of a tense argument between Hermione and Ron.

Both fourth-years were standing ten feet apart, red-faced as they shout at each other from each end of the common room.

"Well if you didn't like who accompanied me you know the solution then, don't you?" Hermione yells, her updo falling into her face.

"Oh yeah?" Ron barks. "What's that?"

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!"

The ginger-haired boy had gone silent, his freckled face instantly going as red as his hair.

Hermione had finally turned her gaze on Harry as if just noticing his presence.

"Where's Blythe?" she questions harshly, her face blotchy.

Harry went silent, shrugging as he stares in between his two friends. She let out a breath before storming up the spiral staircase towards her room.

"They get scary when they're older" Ron mutters, starting up the staircase.

Harry had spent an hour and a half downstairs waiting up for Blythe's return to no appearance.

The common room was too quiet as everyone had arrived back and quickly gone up to sleep, Harry had an awful time staying sane. He longed to see her. He needed to give her his gift.

Harry gazed at the Grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the common room as it had just struck midnight, signaling that Christmas was over.

Harry took out the small box that he kept in his pocket, clutching it tightly as he bounced his leg up and down.

The exhaustion had finally caught up to the brunet-haired boy and he simply decided to head up to his room and sleep, voting to speak to Blythe first thing in the morning.