As you walked off Harry slowly brought his hand up and touched his cheek where you kissed him. You couldn't see but he was blushing. He was actually blushing.
When Professor Dumbledore made an announcment at lunch that the Yule Ball was coming up everyone started talking in excitment. "What are you going to wear to the ball?" Hermione asked. You shrugged. "Nothing, I'm not going." You said simply. "What? Why?" Hermione replied. You shrugged and looked at her. "Well to tell the truth I had nobody to go with last year, and it didn't really matter because I don't like to dance." You admitted.
"Oh, no! You should go! The Yule Ball really is a lot of fun!" You smiled. "Maybe," was all you said.
You stared off into space. 'I would like to ask somebody...what would he say?' You thought to yourself. "You okay? SARAH!" You snapped out of your little trans to see Ron trying to get your attention. "Yeah?" you said. "Nothing, you just looked weird and didn't blink or anything for 20 minutes!" he said. You blinked. "20 minutes? How strange." You said. "What were you doing?" Harry asked. "Thinking...about stuff." You replied tiredly.
That night, as you drew in your book, you found a note in your backpack. It read,
MEET ME TOMORROW AT HOGSMEDE BY THE ABANDONED MANSION
YOUR SECRET ADMIROR.
You looked at the note. "Hmm..." You said to yourself. "It's probably Malfoy. Ick!" You rolled the paper into a ball and threw it in the fire. You watched it crackle as sparks flew through it. "If only that could happen to him. He'll get his someday." You sighed. You returned to coloring your dragon.
The next day you ignored the note. You went to school, got another detention for calling Malfoy a disgraceful twit. You did not go to Hogsmede, you did not meet with your "secret admiror". And then, the next day, you realized, it was Friday. The day that you were going to Quidditch practice.
At Quidditch, you met some people that you didn't know. Fred and George. You were surprised by the fact that they were siblings on Ron yet you have never even heard of them.
You did pretty good for your first practice, or at least that's what Harry told you! It made you feel good about your self. You liked that. That isn't the only thing that Harry asked you when you two were walking home. "Sarah,...would you...would you go to the ball with me?" Harry said shyly. Your face turned red. Your heart started pounding. "S-Sure." You stutered. You looked over at Harry who was looking at his feet as he walked. You smiled at him. "I'd love to."