CHAPTER 9 – The Ball is Coming!

hey... just so you know, the story is about to get thrilling... you asked for fights and you're gonna get 'em! just remember to review! tanks! P.S. the poem is so LAME!

She moved over to her bed and grabbed the letter. She then ripped it open and a letter was inside. She read the letter that said,

To my dearest Hermione,

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Because I think we'd fit just right.

My knees trembled the first time I saw you,

I've been dying to tell you this so I gave you this clue.

I'd like you to come with me to the Ball,

Please meet me just outside the Great Hall.

Eight o'clock I will be waiting,

On the night that you will look amazing.

Surprised you will be,

When the man who wrote this you will see.

With you, I am hoping to reconcile,

Just to see you, I walked all these miles.

Hoping to see you soon, Hermione.

She was shocked and had no idea who wrote it. She had no idea on what to do. Finally, she noticed that she was 10 minutes late for dinner. She had rushed out of there bringing the letter along with her in her pocket.

As she got to the Griffindor table, Harry asked, "Hermione? Where have you been?"

"Ah... In my room. I... ah... forgot something." she said taking a seat while staring at Draco from across the room. It was weird that he didn't seem to notice her. Usually, they would keep staring at each other and trying to do sign language without being seen during any meal.

"Ah... 'Mione?" Ron said waving his hand up and down in front of her face.

She came back to earth and said, "Oh... I'm just a little sleepy from the all the things I did today. I just tend to stare into the blank space these days." Then she chuckled although Harry and Ron knew she had something to hide.

"I would like to say a few words..." Dumbledore started, "This time next week, we will be having our Winter Hogwarts Ball. And as you know, boys are to be dressed in dress robes and girls in gowns. And I hope you will have the time to find a... shall we say, dance partner?" Draco glanced at Hermione but she wasn't looking. She was staring down on the letter as the Great Hall was full of whispers. Draco knew there was something wrong. He had to find out what.

After dinner, Hermione told Harry and Ron that she was to be left alone as she went to sit by the bench facing the lake. She had successfully dodged Draco from being seen so she could think alone.

It was a beautiful night as she looked up into the full moon and bright stars. She was thinking about who could be that mysterious admirer of hers? What would happen with Draco and her if he found out? How would Harry and Ron react when they see her and Draco dancing together in the Ball?

But her concentration was broken when somebody behind her said, "Hermione..."