Tuesday, February 14th ~ Evening
After leaving Ginny in the questionable hands of Snape, Harry hadn't felt like rejoining the mass of festive people either on the dance floor or anywhere else. Instead he stepped out onto one of the many balconies and closed the door behind him. They overlooked the gardens and therefore were warmed by the same spells that allowed such a colorful display of flora this particular time of year.
Nightmare or dream. Perspective is everything.
He sighed once as he leaned against the railing and wondered briefly what Daphne's take on their relationship would be. Perhaps the dance with Ginny hadn't been such a good idea.