Hermione's POV
I sighed, and looked ahead. His red hair stood out from the rest of my surroundings. Suddenly I felt a nudge from the left. I
turned to find Harry. "And you tell us to pay attention?" he whispered. My cheeks turned red as I set my eyes on Professor
Mcgonagall. She cleared her throat. "As you may have already known, the annual Hogwarts Ball is this Saturday…" The
rest of her words kind of just faded away as I began daydreaming. There I was in my golden dress. My hair was pulled back
in to a bun, while a couple of loose curls framed my face. Then I saw Ron in his dress robe. I couldn't resist in a little giggle,
which earned me another nudge from Harry. I snapped back to reality and saw a thousand eyes staring back. Including
Professor Mcgonagall's. "Well? What's so funny? I'm sure the rest of the class will want to know in on the joke." She said. I
gulped. "Um… I just felt a little tickle on my foot," I replied. Lame, lame, lame. "Really?" She said in an accusing way. I
nodded my head, and tried my best to look innocent. "Very well," was all she said before turning back to the class. "Come
on those pages aren't going to flip themselves! Page 83, paragraph 2!" She snapped. There was a rustle of pages turning
everywhere. I sighed as I flipped the pages of my book. Today was going to be a long day.