It had slightly caught her eye. Most likely nothing, but worth a shot. Hermione Granger said examining dress robes. She had found herself wandering in, without even realizing it. She carefully grabbed a pair of periwinkle robes, holding them to further her investigation of finding at least a decent pair of dress robes. She felt the soft material in her hands, her eyes going over the subtle hemming, and delicate trimming of the robes. Her mind had left the educational world, the world where boys were completely idiotic, the world where she was a simple plain old know-it-all, and entered a new one. A world filled with dressing up, dates with Bulgarian Quidditch players, and for once, admiration. She walked over to the dressing rooms inside the robe, gently folding the robes as to not crease them.
Ten Minutes later, a very happy, very satisfied Hermione Granger, stepping out into the freezing cold Autumn weather. Wait till they see, she thought to herself head held up higher as she passed the gossiping girls, and leering boys (not that they were leering at her, alas, no one would notice her quite a while), knowing that her moment to shine was soon coming.
I do not own the characters. Just a simple drabble expressing my feelings as I await my own Yule Ball