Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the concept of the Yule Ball
A high pitched squeal was bouncing off the stone walls of the girl's dorm room. I was laying there on my bed reading "Hogwarts, a History" like every other day. If only it were like every other day. My three roommates; Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Lydia Dewhurst, were gushing over the announcement Dumbledore made at supper.
The Yule Ball will be held one month from now on December 28th. I never knew there was so much to fret and coo about when it came to a ball. Then again, I've never so much as been to a school dance to even be able to begin to grasp the concept.
"Oooooh, who would you go with Lydia?" Parvati said with a squeal that will surely have my ears drumming in my skull.
Lydia pouted, "I'm not sure. I heard Cedric Diggory already has a girlfriend, and he is the only one I was remotely interested in."
Lavender giggled, what a nauseating sounds that was. "Lydia: always the one for older men." The two other girls joined in her laughter.
My stomach was churning. They would always speak amongst themselves, leaving me out. Lavender and Parvati were purebloods and Lydia was a half blood, with a pure blood mother who fell in love with a muggle born wizard. Despite their being in the Gryffindor House, my lonesome bitterness can't help but question if their lack of interest in me has more to do with my blood status then my studious personality.
They continued with their chatter, but I've had enough. I mumble an excuse as I walk by, but none of them look up from their "beautifying" tasks. When I arrived in the common room the boys seem just as chatty, just not as thrilled. I could see Ron and Harry in the corner sulking, deciding quickly that it's best when we all whine together, I headed over to them.
I sat next to Harry, across from Ron, with a huff. We were all silent for a moment before Ron groaned with a miserable look, wiping his face. "We're going to have to learn how to ballroom dance, aren't we?" Harry nodded sullenly, as I piped up. "Professor McGonagall already arranged for the lessons to start later this week." Now all three of us gave a simple disappointed sigh all at once, which made us break into a fit of laughter.
As our laughter died down I looked at Ron, with his shaggy red hair getting longer by the day, and the oblivious look in his eyes. I turn away with my cheeks pink and something distinctly feeling like fluttering against the walls of my stomach.
Harry looks up at me and tilts his head. "What's wrong Hermione?" I force a smile onto my lips as I return the boys' worried glances.
"I'm just dreading having to miss class time, for something as inane as dancing lessons."
"Only you would be upset about missing class." Ron remarks, sending all three of us into another fit of laughter- my eyes longingly linger on the redhead, going unnoticed as always.