The Way You Make Me Feel

Hee-Hee!
Ooh!
Go On Girl!
Aaow!

Hermione Granger smiled to herself as she headed to the place indicated on the letter, an empty classroom on the 3^rd floor. Her new high heels echoed oddly off the stone walls, and she straightened her also new periwinkle dress. Hermione was shocked to have received this secret admirer letter, and didn't originally want to go on this "blind date". She had casually mentioned it to Harry and Ron. Harry thought it was cute and urged her to go. Ron, on the other hand, jumped right into his over-protective mode, and lectured her for a good twenty minutes; make sure she had her wand with her, etc. But he had really wanted her to go, in the end. Hermione could already see his tall, muscular form from across the room as she slowly opened the door. Quidditch had done his body good. He smiled as he saw her approaching.

"I'm so glad you were able to get away from all your work to find me," the deep voice from the shadows stated, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

Hey Pretty Baby With The
High Heels On
You Give Me Fever
Like I've Never, Ever Known
You're Just A Product Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress

Hermione blushed at his words. "Come into the light."

"I...can't. Not just yet. Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade weekend. Meet me in Three Broomsticks at 1:00," and with that, Hermione's mystery man headed out a side door she just now noticed.
Well that was odd. Hermione thought to herself. She stood there for a few minutes pondering this mystery. Hermione took the long way back up to Gryffindor Tower to clear her mind.

~*~

"Do you really think I should go?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron anxiously as they walked the snow-cover path to Hogsmeade.

"Of course!" Harry said. "You know you'll never live with yourself if you don't know who it is."

"I'm shocked myself that I haven't been able to place him," Hermione said thoughtfully, biting her lip. "He has to be a seventh year like us. I've never seen anyone younger than we that tall."

"Well, remember what I told you last night," Ron admonished.

"Yes, Dad," Hermione teased.

"Here we are," Harry stated, trying to break up the war between blue and ginger eyes.

"Are you ready Hermione?"

"I think so," Hermione replied nervously. And with that, she marched bravely up to the door of the Three Broomsticks and pushed it open.

"Ms. Granger?" Madam Rosmerta inquired.

"Yes?" Hermione responded, taking a deep breath.

"There's a young man waiting for you in the back right corner of the room."

"Oh," replied Hermione, trying to breathe. No. Not you. Hermione thought as she peered over to the corner. "Are you sure it's the back right corner?"

"Quite," Madam Rosmerta answered back wonderingly.

"Thank you," Hermione said monotonously. She slowly made her way across the room to her mystery man.