"What the fuck!" Hermione reacted as she felt like she just got transported through a portkey. Except it hurt more, as if there was a knot in her chest being tugged immensily. She quickly gasped loudly and covered a her mouth, noticing she had swore. Damn that Verse. All of her infernal swearing must have rubbed off. Hermione hoped that that wouldn't last long.

It was quite odd, she was in the Gryffindor common room. It looked like it was an early morning. Hermione tried to reflect on what Verse had said...

Ah, yes. She was testing out guys. But apparently this was somewhat of a dream yet rather real. This was like no dream Hermione felt before, she said starring at her hands and moving them. She could feel the air and everything.

"Hi!"

Hermione jumped and looked behind her. Oh, it was just Neville Longbottom, the weird guy in Gryffindor. Ofcourse, Neville was a nice guy. Something was rather odd about Neville today, Hermione noticed.

Then, she realized what it was. He was wearing fancy muggle clothes. A white long-sleeved button-up shirt with a straight, plain black tie. He was also wearing brown dress pants and shiny black shoes. To make things even more odd, his hair looked like he tried to make nice with some gel. But don't fret, it was far less than what Draco Malfoy used.

Hermione smiled weakly. "You look...nice. It's very..ummm..sophisticated." she said, nodding.

Neville beamed. "Really! Oh, thanks! You look really beautiful, too. Er, not that I look beautiful or anything...er...uh" Neville was becoming all twisted with his words.

Hermione alas to notice for what she looked like. She was wearing her mother's old lovely light pink summer dress with gorgeous design of roses about on it. Hermione wore this only on special occasions giving her a puzzled look on her face.

Then, she looked up noticing that Neville was still trying to talk to her. "I know what you mean, Neville." she said, saving him yet embarrassing him at the same time. He blushed.

"You two ready for your date?" came Ron's voice.