Lang Syne
Hermione sipped sadly at her drink and stood hiding behind a bookcase. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel jealous and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed her when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Hermione knew very well why she was at the party: to see Ron.
Ah, Ron. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his flame red hair made Hermione's heart beat like mad.
But tonight everyone was masked. Hermione peered quickly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Ron. There, she thought, the man over by the clock, the handsome one with the owl mask. It had to be Ron. No one else could look so great, even in an owl mask.
He began to walk Hermione's way and Hermione started to panic. What if he actually talked to Hermione?
Ron came right up to Hermione and Hermione thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Ron said happily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the books," Hermione said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so happy.
Just then, an annoying voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Hermione's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Ron might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Ron swept Hermione into his arms, put her in the dormitory, and kissed Hermione.
Hermione could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out happily and pulled Ron's mask off his face. It was Ron! "I knew it was you," Hermione said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Ron said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Hermione watched him go. He would be right back, Hermione was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
