Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, they of course belong too a miss JK Rowling that we all know and love or we wouldn't be writing these tributes of sorts.
Authors notes: - this will be a Minerva / Hermione story I can assure you, but it might take me a while to get there, I'm not very good at writing Fanfic yet and I know I tend to waffle on a lot of rubbish (smiley face) but you'll just have to go with it. Oh and as I said this will eventually be a HG/MM ship story so if that ain't your thing then don't read below this little line here (Points downwards) Thanks for taking the time to read my story if you do get any further than the line, and please do review Minervarulez
Chapter 4
Minerva's POV
Sitting at the head table with the rest of the remaining staff (not all of them chose to stay the holidays) I looked down at the students tables, observing the room. Not many of the younger students had stayed this year, but the older students had. That could have had something to do with the upcoming Christmas ball I thought. Albus's idea of course who else would come up with a fancy dress ball. I didn't even know what one of those was until he told us in the staff room a few nights ago - as you can imagine there were several voices of protest including my own. But well its going to go ahead anyway and the students are excited, I don't mind as much now as I have gotten used to the idea and anything to boost morale lately is a good idea, I can't help feeling that the younger students will feel left out - note to self ask Albus to think of something for the younger students. There was one condition to this dance though all students had to dress up like heroes and heroines from films by some guy called Walt Disney - who he is I don't know. The staff have to dress up like the villains. Albus recons I'd make a good Maleficent as I already have the dark robes and dark hair a thought backed up by several others. I don't want to do it but I'll go along with it - oh the joys. Albus on the other hand said he will be dressing up like captain hook that was why he chose the theme - typical.
The door to the great hall opened for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last ten, fifteen minutes - I'd lost count by this point. My gaze turned to the door, in walked young Miss Weasley, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Hermione walk in after, my gaze lingered for a little longer than it should have, I felt my cheeks flush slightly as I turned away. Damn it Minerva its not going to happen - what makes you think someone of her age will ever see anything in you, grow up and stop acting like a love sick fool. I turn back to my conversation with Albus trying my best not to let my thoughts wander.