The next day at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron got to Potion's class early (WHY?), because Ron had to work on some extra work. They talked about last night's escapade.

"So, I was talking to Ginny, and she said a certin guy on a certin Lighting, knocked on Hermione Granger out of her army boots! How do you plead?" Ron asked, with a 'know it all' smile on his face. Harry smiled.

"I am gulity," Harry said, and Ron gave a squeal of delight. "Now what?" Harry asked, Ron's smile faded.

"We've got a problem…" Ron said.

"Last night, in that gear on that Lighting, I knocked that girl right out of her army boots, and like this-" Harry said pointing to himself, and was cut-off by Ron.

"You'll knock her into her boots!" Ron exclamied, Harry shook his head.

"I'm just gunna tell her, I'm gunna say 'Mione'…" Harry said, but hushed when he heard the certin giggles of Hermione, Lavender and Pavarti walk into the class room. They sat down in their seats. Harry smiled at Ron, and Ron gave a weak smile back. Harry approched Hermione who was putting on her lip gloss, and looking in a compact mirror.

"Hey, Hermione…" Harry said, then trying to figure out what to say.

"What?" Hermione said, without looking from her mirror.

"Do you…, Have you…" Harry said, still trying to find the words, now Hermione was giving him a quizical look. "Ever had a Cauldron Cake?" Harry asked, mentally kicking himself. Hermione smiled.

"Not in the last few hours." She said, jokingly. Harry smiled.

"Good, good…just checking." Harry said, then sitting down next to her, and lying his head on the table, while Hermione got up to converse with Lavender. Ron patted him on the back.

During class, while Professer Snape was giving a lecture, Colin Creevy came in with an Annoncement from Professer Dumbledore and Professer Mcgonagall.

"What is it, Creevy?" Snape sneered.

"The Professer's just wanted to let everyone know that we need some people on the planning committee for the End of the Year dance/feast, and the Graduation Party, and the Graduation…any takers?" Colin said.

Lavender, and Pavarti were the only ones who rasied there hands, then, they threatned Hermione and Ron, and Hermione threatned Harry, so now their were 5 people on the committee. Colin took their names down, and said to go to Dumbledore's office after class.

After class, the 5 went down to Dumbledore's office. They gave the password, "Honey Melon" to the , gargoyle, and they were let in and sat down. About 6 other kids were there, including Colin. Professer Dumbledore and Professer Mcgonagall then came out.

"Okay, the end of the Year in on July 1st. Were planning to do everything in one swoop. Dance on the 29th, Party on the 30th, and Graduation on the 31st," Professer Mcgonagall said. "We just need to know what color's, clothes, theme's, what we need, and who can go." Lavender spoke up first.

"I think that the color's should be Blue and Lavender." She said happily, everyone rolled their eyes.

"You just said Lavender because that's your bloody name." Hermione said, Lavender stuck her tounge out at her, and they smiled at each other.

"What about spring green, baby blue, and a light peach?" Pavarti suggested. Everyone nodded their head in agreement.

"We'll probably need cups, napkins, forks spoons…the usual." Colin said.

"Okay, I'll get the cups and things, and I'll get the color's ordered. Now, what about the dance?" Mcgonagall said.

"It should be a costume ball. With flowers, ice scluptures, and little round tables with white cloths on them, with the color's we picked everywhere. With the floting candles, and a disco ball in the middle, so when the slow songs are on, the candle's light up the room, and the slivery specks from the disco ball, create that romantic atmosphere…" Hermione said, everyone looked at her, thinking of her idea with dreamy looks in their eyes. Hermione looked at everyone.

"What?" she asked in a snappy voice.

"You amaze us sometimes, Herm." Lavender said.

"Now, for food we should have chicken, mash potato's, cakes, butterbeer, pumpkin juice, a bunch of candies, garlic bread, annnnd…." Ron said, happliy.

"doughnuts!" Emma Jones exclamied.