Ron stood, rocking back and forth on his feet as he waited by the doors to the Great Hall. He pulled at his collar, and tried to find a place to wipe his sweaty palms on something. Finally, deciding on the pockets, he reached in and found a small hankie that his mum must have stuck in there. He was grateful as he used it to rub the dampness from his hands, and then shoved it into his pocket, turning his face about the hall leading in, looking.
Hermione was going to meet him at the door, so as to give her more time to get ready and spring a bigger surprise on him. Harry had been the best ever, helping him get ready, and Ron knew that he hadn't made a whole lot of sense as he started and stopped, letting some of what was slipping about in his brain pop out his mouth. He took a steadying breath and watched as Harry met up with Mandy, who looked amazing. Ron couldn't wait for his turn, and he looked about again, hoping she hadn't changed her mind. He was sure she hadn't but he had this small center of doubt that she'd realized he hadn't a clue about what he was doing, and decided that he was more of a pity date than anything else.
He shook his head slightly, trying to brush those negative thoughts away, and let his eyes rest on his mate, who clearly was happy. It made Ron feel a little better and he knew she would be coming down those stairs any moment.