Frankly, to no one's surprise, not a single male student was in the Great Hall the morning of April 1st. Every girl was tittering about it, laughing and whispering over goblets of Pumpkin Juice, while Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at what seem to be one great big joke.

"Okay, this had better be the best yet," Draco whined on the leather couch in his dormitory. "That Ravenclaw girl was all right, but I want my money's worth for April."

Crabbe and Goyle similarly clutched at the corners of their calendars, when finally, the spell let them lift the page.

And they were all silent. Draco stared, wide-eyed with horror and attraction.

"Hey, Malfoy-isn't this our Transfigmigation professor?" Crabbe asked, shoving a nearby donut into his mouth.

"As a matter of fact, it is-and it's Transfiguration, you dolt!" Draco replied, transfixed at the curvy feline shape of his teacher. "Is this even legal? She's so-so-"

"Well, if you ask me, she should dress like this more often." Goyle cracked a toothy grin. "She can transfigure for me any time she wants."

All the boys in the Gryffindor dormitory similarly stared at McGonagall's page for about ten minutes before shaking their heads and pulling their eyes from it. Dean Thomas, however, pronounced the photo as the hottest thing he'd ever seen and hung the calendar next to his bed for the duration of the month.

All May long, Ron had a lazy, dazed look about his eyes, and for some reason, he couldn't help but say the word 'lace' in every conversation he had.

"So, Ronald," Hermione asked him during Potions one day, "did you add enough lizard's leg to the brew yet? It's looking a little on the brown side..."

Ron lazily stirred the cauldron's contents. "Yes, Hermione, I did add it. You can shut your lace about the lizard's leg."

'What?"

"I said, you can shut your lace about it. Worse lace scenario, Slughorn gives us an E for this class, and that's a good lace. I mean, there are other laces we have to worry about more now that we're in our lace year."

"Are you guys lacing about lace?" Harry asked over the table, mixing his own potion dreamily.

"Yeah, mate! How did you lace?"

Ginny tapped the utterly confused Hermione on the shoulder as the boys continued to talk about lace, showing her the May photo on the calendar: Lavender Brown in a field of flowers in a bunch of lacy nothings. No one questioned why Hermione looked miserable for the rest of the day.

When the sixth years left for summer holidays, pretty girls awaited their beaus to wish them a happy goodbye before seeing them next year, but they were in for a rude awakening: every boy was already crowded into their Hogwarts Express compartments, waiting for the June page to open up.

"Great Scott! Padma, your-your-her-do you see those?"

"Oh yeah, baby! Spill out! Spill all the way out of that sari!"

"Creevey, you got to see these up close and personal?"

"It's going to be a long summer," Parvati sighed as she got on the train with her sister.