Sunlight was streaming into the room. It gave an extra boost of warmth to the already cheery Christmas morning. The dormitory was full of talk and laughter as Hermione and her roommates dressed for the special day ahead of them.

Lavender Brown looked toward Hermione as she brushed her long blonde hair. "You know, Hermione, you could have at least told us that you were Viktor's date."

Hermione's eyes rolled as she observed Lavender's bottom lip form into a pout. "Mmm."

"Don't be so upset, Lav. Maybe Hermione wanted to keep him all to herself. Viktor is sooo dreamy after all." This was said by Parvati Patil, who dramatically fell backward onto her bed and started to fan herself.

"Oh, he is absolutely delicious."

The ten minutes following were, to Hermione's irritation, filled with questions about Viktor Krum. Hermione used her well honed skills of ignoring the two girls to drown them out. It wasn't too hard anyway. She couldn't seem to get a certain Weasley out of her mind.

"Get in a bit late last night?" Harry playfully slapped his friend on the back. Harry, Ron, and Neville were still getting dressed and Harry was finding it highly amusing to rib his shy roommate.

Still upset about his fight with Hermione the night before, Ron directed his foul mood toward Neville. "Why did you have to take her to the ball? Don't you think MY sister is a little young to be going on dates?"

Neville's eyes went wide as he noticed Ron approaching him with a dangerous look. "I swear mate, Ginny is just a friend. She wanted to go to the ball and I didn't have anyone to take. That's all."

Ron searched Neville's face. Satisfied, he turned back to his trunk. Relief washed over Neville and he started to move out the door with Harry right behind him.

"Sure am glad I didn't mention Hermione and Fred." Neville whispered.

Harry's ears caught his statement. "What are you talking about?"

Neville glanced nervously at Ron, but his friend was still bent over his trunk, distractedly searching. "I saw them walking together when I was coming back to the common room last night. They looked awfully cozy."

They walked out of the room. Neither of them noticed Ron's face had become a deep red.

"We are identical." George tried to assure his twin. "We are the same height. We share the same hair, eyes, and voice."

A nod was the only response he received so he asked, "Why are you suddenly so worried about it?"

Fred shrugged. He waited until George wasn't looking and smiled. He couldn't help thinking about Hermione.