A/N Sorry for the delay and for the briefness of this update. I just thought I should write something while I figure out what's going on.. I'll try to make the next update soon and yes it will be about the ball. Thanks for the reviews.
The time before the Yule Ball passed swiftly for Hermione, mostly because she was preoccupied with keeping out of everyone's way. She didn't want to explain to Ron or Weasley, she didn't want to cause a stir – yet. Hermione wrapped herself in her books, and if occasionally she flipped through Madam Malkin's dress robe catalog, imagining herself in first the red one with the cinched in waist and then the turquoise one with the sheer sleeves, no one peered over her Unabridged Version of Hogwarts a History to see what she was really reading.
Ron was also pouring through books, the lyrics of wizarding music groups, card greetings. Several times during the day he owled Pansy with messages (in Harry's name). Hermione, had told him again and again that it was the thought that counted. Ron, who hadn't yet managed to corner Harry and explain the plan, hoped that the effusive compliments would make up for the lack of gifts. Having spent most of his pocket money on Holiday presents, and Chudley Cannon's memorabilia, he couldn't afford t o give Pansy anything. Besides, why should I spend money on Harry's date?
Harry, wasn't worried about the Yule ball. Yesterday, after a very strange note from Pansy, asking him to meet her by Hagrid's Hut, he had blurted out his invitation to the ball. He had agreed, amazed at his good fortune, arranged a time and place to meet her, and then after that thankfully brief and not unpleasant conversation headed back to the Gryffandor Common Room to reread the latest Quidditch Results and Commentary. His calm was unruffled by Pansy passing a note o him in Potions saying she'd be ready at seven this evening and she understood he was too shy to ask her out formally. Harry supposed that technically she had asked him out by Hagrid's hut yesterday, but attributed the weird note and the change in pick up time and location to Slytherin volatility.
Draco, seethed, at Hermione's unaproachability. Overall, he supposed not having a chance to talk to her, much as he longed to , was for the best. He really didn't want to accidentally tick her off before the ball. Forging an owl from his parents, Draco left Hogwarts for a quick trip to Diagon Alley. If Hermione didn't like his dress robes, he supposed he should get ones she might like. Trying on robe after robe of his favorite black, Draco snapped at the obsequious salesperson who claimed he looked wonderful in everything. Naturally, Draco knew he looked good in everything but how was that supposed to help him decide.
