A/N: Ok, this is a fic about the graduation dance. It is the 7th year of our heroes. Voldemort is dead, and everybody is finally at peace.

Chapter One: Preparations

Hermione Granger stood in front of her mirror, gazing at her features to make sure that there were no flaws. Her once bushy brown hair was now is long, wavy locks; her thin, shapeless body now had womanly curves; but she still had the same attitude in school. She still was a bookworm, still took school seriously, and is still best friends with the famous Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

Smiling at herself, feeling completely satisfied with her looks, she left the Head Girls dormitory. She took fast pace out of the common room, grabbing her books on the way. She was to go to the Great Hall for breakfast and then meet Head Boy and make arrangements for the Graduation Dance. Her head buzzed with so many ideas, she couldn't wait.

Entering the Great Hall, she took a seat next to a sleepy Ron and a cheerful Harry. The ceiling above them had a bright blue sky with white clouds hanging in various places. Everybody seemed to be in a good mood except for the Slytherins.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked as she began to put pancakes onto her plate.

"Up all night trying to finish homework." Harry replied, staring amusingly at Ron as he tried to put a piece of toast in his mouth but missed. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Then why are you so happy?" Hermione looked over at Harry.

"Hermione! How could you forger? We won the Quidditch Cup yesterday! We sure showed them Slytherins." Harry continued rambling about the way he and Ron had smothered the Slytherins.

The bell rang for classes to begin. Harry got up, pulling Ron with him.

"We'll see you later 'Mione." Harry said with a huff, trying to drag Ron.

Hermione smiled and waved goodbye to her best friends. She then began to wait patiently for everyone to leave the Great Hall. Dumbledore walked over and sat down across from Hermione, Draco Malfoy also sitting down two seats away from the Head Girl. Hermione glared over at him and then turned to Dumbledore.

"As you know, it is up to you two to come up with the arrangements for this years Graduation Dance. I trust you two have thought of a few ideas." Dumbledore began and looked at the two with bright, twinkling eyes. Hermione's face instantly lit up.

"I have a few Head Master. I think it should be like a Mask Ball. Everyone would come dressed up like 17th century with masks on!" Hermione said brightly, her eyes glowing. Draco snorted. Hermione glared over at him. "What, do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, how's about we just don't have one? Or better yet, why don't we give everybody a number so they don't know who they are going with?" Draco said with little enthusiasm, but a lot of sarcasm. Hermione's eyes, if possible, lit up even more.

"That's a great idea, Malfoy!" The young teenaged girl exclaimed. Draco looked dumbstruck.

"What? That we have no dance?"

"No you git, the whole number thing. We could give all the girls even numbers and the guys odd. The odds would mail all the evens that he wanted, without knowing whom the number belonged to, and if he got replies, then he would have to accept one. When they pick one of the names, the girl will receive the recognition and her and the boy's number would be pulled of the list. There would be another list containing different places on where to meet the person and they would choose one and meet at that place later on! Since there are 52 girls and 52 boys, the end of it all would pair everyone up with someone. It's brilliant! Everyone would receive there number today at lunch and nobody would be able to tell anybody their number." Hermione said thoughtfully. Draco just stared at her.

"You have got to be kidding me?"

Hermione shook her head and looked over at Dumbledore who looked at her with a big smile.

"That is a wonderful idea Miss. Granger. We will sort the students, not in alphabetical order of course, and make it to where only the boys can tell the boys their numbers and the girls can only tell the girls their numbers. Excellent work you two. Now, off to class." Dumbledore grinned as the two walked off to class, Draco still in utter shock.

Hermione was over excited and couldn't wait until lunch.

As lunch approached, her stomach was in knots. What if she chose a complete idiot for her graduation dance partner? She didn't think too many people would be flattered with this idea. As she entered the Great Hall for lunch, everybody was either a nervous wreck because of classes, or happily talking with his or her friends. She sat next to Ron and began eating.

As the bell rang, the 7th years were told to stay behind for an announcement. They all sat quietly as the lower years left. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to speak, his voice booming through the almost empty room.

"As you all know, the end of the year is approaching. You are about to graduate from Hogwart's and leave to become whatever choice of career you choose. Now, each year a graduation dance is arranged. The Head Boy and Girl have decided to have a Masked Ball." Many heads perked up to the mention of the ball. "You are required to wear something from the 17th ballroom dances." A couple of people didn't look too happy." Each student will be given a number; girls' even, boys odd. The boys will not know the girls numbers, and the girls will not know the boys. Mind you, there will be no switching or telling of numbers, I've personally made sure of it. The boys will send out cards to random numbers at night and a girl will select a few and send the reply back stating yes or no. The boy will take one of these numbers and the two numbers will be crossed off the list. By the end of it all, everybody will have an unknown partner, and will meet at the prearranged place that the boy has choosen." Dumbledore finished, looking around at the students.

Some students looked mad, others hopeful, some anxious, and others happy.

"Now, a peace of parchment will appear in front of you with a number, nobody but you is able to see that number, it just looked like a dot to them." Dumbledore said and waved his wand. A piece of parchment appeared in front of every student in the room.

Harry looked down at his number, 1. "Wow, I got 1." He said looking over at Ron. Ron heard him, but all Hermione heard was 'Wow, I got blah.' Hermione thought and realized that Dumbledore must have made it where girls can't hear the boys' number and vies-versa. Ron looked at his, 7. 'Cool' he thought. Hermione looked at hers, 104, the last number. She rolled her eyes. Draco glanced at his number, 97. 'Not bad' he thought. Everybody went into chatter, boys telling the boys what number they got, and girls telling girls what number they got.

'Here we go.' Hermione thought. 'This is going to be a long week.'

A/N: You like? I was thinking about that the other night and thought it would be pretty cool. Who do you think it going to get whom? Find out in the next chapter.