He's going to lose ten Galleons.

He lies back on his bed and sighs loudly. Letting Luna Lovegood win is about the worst idea he's ever had…

But he can't win, either.

There's literally no one left: Hermione's going with Ron, who's actually on top of his game, Ginny's going with Draco, which he doesn't understand but can't change…

And now he's paranoid that he'll never get a date. Everyone left is ugly, stupid, outcast…

or Luna.

He props his head on his hand and stares at the Galleons on his bedside table.

He wouldn't be losing them, after all.