Hermione went up to Gryffindor Tower. She smiled as she saw Harry sitting with Ginny and Fred and George in one corner of the Common Room.

"Hey Hermione," Harry greeted.

Hermione smiled again as she came to sit down next to them. "Who are you going to the ball tonight with?"

Harry blushed and gestured to Ginny. Ginny smiled. "He asked me just before. I'm lucky to be able to go with like one of the best looking guys in the school!" Harry blushed further.

Fred grinned. "And who's our Prefect going to go with?"

"Gregory." Hermione replied promptly.

"Who the hell-"

"Is Gregory?" Fred and George asked.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Who do you think? Goyle!"

All three boys snorted loudly.

"What?" Hermione said sharply.

"Goyle, you're going with Goyle?"

"Yes." Hermione replied matter of factly. "And?"

"Don't worry." Fred answered knowing that insulting Goyle would only make matters worse and George took out a neatly folded parchment form his robe pocket. "Here."

Hermione took it and smelt the scent. It was rose. She opened it and read what it contained.

The first time I saw you, I knew it was true, That I'd love you forever and that's what I'll do, You don't know what you do to me You don't have a clue, You don't know what it's like to be looking at you! Have a good time at the ball tonight. Your very secret love.

Hermione looked up, her cheeks flushed with happiness. "George, who gave it to you? Was it Gregory?"

George shook his head. Hermione looked desperately at Fred. He too tapped his nose.

Hermione turned to harry and Ginny. "Do you know?"

"No idea." Harry answered.

Hermione folded the letter and gently placed it in her robes. She would ask Goyle later.

*

Someone leaned back on his bed after giving the note to George. He hoped she would get it soon.