Minerva McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor house, Headmistress and the worlds' leading Transfiguration Mistress, stood at the base of the stairs in the entrance hall in a dark blue, almost black, shimmering robe. For the first time in years, she was not wearing her usual forest green teaching robes, or her favourite hat. No, instead she was in a set of dress robes that she bought many years ago. They were only just long enough in the front to graze the floor and show the tips of her heels as she walked, but the back of the robes gracefully trailed a foot behind her. Along with the change of robes, she had forgone her usual hair style. While normally she would wear it up in tight bun while teaching and in a loose twist at the base of her neck at functions, today was different. Today she wore it down with only the sides pulled back with a small silver clip with a blue sapphire in the centre of the back of her head.
She didn't really have any idea as to why she was dressing up, although she had an idea, one that was so crazy that every time she thought it, she would instantly push it aside, dismissing it as if she was dismissing a student from detention. But of course, the same thought always came back, no matter how hard she tried.
Just as she was about to shake her head to rid herself of said thought and walk into the Great Hall to mingle with the guests, a flash of green caught her eye. Turning her head back towards the stair case, her breath caught in her throat. There stood the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. Slowly she trailed her eyes up from her high black heels, up her long, pale legs to the hem of the dress that sat just above her knees to the tightly clenched waist, over the smooth expanse of her chest, up the swan like neck adorned with a single diamond necklace, full pink lips and into a pair of dark brown eyes.
As the lady elegantly walked down the stairs slowly, Minerva tried to start breathing again. But it is futile as she drew nearer to her. When she passed Minerva with a smile, she slowly turned to watch her walk into the Great Hall for the ball. At seeing the back of her dress, Minerva suddenly caught her breath. But just before she entered the hall, she turned back to face Minerva with a mischievous smile and a saucy wink.
The shiver that ran up her spine in response confirmed it.
She was in love with Hermione Granger.